ADDICTED {BxB}

"Smoke her, swallow her, drink her, or shoot her up. No matter what way you take her once she's running through your veins, she won't ever let you go."

The blisters that covered his hands from heating the spoon were just as fresh as the needle marks still bleeding on his forearms. His dilated eyes followed my helpless figure around the room soaking in my desperate attempts at calling for help. Tears trickled down my flushed cheeks. Cage was right, there was no escaping fate, and this seemed to be mine. Surviving, barely, my life with a junkie who cared nothing about me, but concentrated solely on where his next fix would come from. I was just a kid yet the world sat on my shoulders. The only time I felt free was with the boy who came crashing into my world hell bent on destroying the tatters that remained of my destroyed life. My brother found his peace in a hot spoon and a sharp needle, I found mine in a boy who was broken. We all have our addictions.