Drugged out.

Chapter one- WARMTH-

Song: Smile by- Ev e.

Third P.O.V

When Liam died he expected to go to hell.

If the things religious people say about 'sins' and the 'afterlife' was true, than hell was the only place for him.

And he's accepted that. Even joked about it.

Life was shitty.

So he lived his life with a bang, doing what he wants regardless of rules, sins, or any of that bullshit.

But then he curls into himself becoming a stuttering mess when the handsome waiter asks what he would like.

Dealing with the consequences only when it appears, instead of worrying about what would happen if he did something.

He was just mad at him, he didn't mean for this to happen, he really didn't, nononononono-

He's done many things that led him to this part of his life.

On the floor, spasms racking his body, foam spilling out of his mouth, his house empty, and no one coming to check on him even if he hasn't left his house in over a week.

His life was shitty.

He just wanted to feel something, something good, something sweet, something nice, something that makes him happy.

And he resorted to do the things that he was warned about since middle school.

His teachers told him that it wasn't good for your body.

But it felt so nice.

That as time goes you can't live without it.

Just one more-

That it makes you dependent on it.

I don't depend on it-

That you'll deny the negatives about it.

It makes me feel good, what's is so bad about it?

That you'll start to believe that it was never at fault.

It's not it's fault—

Liam is an addict.

Liam is an addict that overdosed.

Liam is dying and no one is there.

Everyone good left.

Liam is all alone.

Liam is dead.

Black.

That is all that there is.

It was never ending.