4 parts Complete MatureWithin the bare off-white walls of the small and square guest bedroom, the sound of a heavy leather belt falling away from where deathly pale skin hung off bone, breaking the sleeping silence as it landed with a dull thud on the cream carpeted floor.
A thin thumb pushed down on the plunger a little too fast, releasing a mixture of heroin and crystal meth into the vein; situated just under the crook of the elbow-in between the abscesses. A loose smile twitching onto cracked lips, revealing many missing and rotting teeth. Her view of the whitewashed ceiling blurring as the rush overwhelmed her; the familiar warmth blossoming in her skull, and a burst of excitement surging inside her fluttering chest.
The high lifted her above all the shaking, all the sweating, all the crying, all the insecurities, all the thinking and all the suffering. Alleviated the pain. The high didn't bring her happiness anymore, it hadn't for years now. It just made the pain go away for a few hours.
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The story of a suicidal drug addict on the edge of oblivion.
*WARNING: drug abuse, self harm, suicidal ideation and suicide attempts are prominent in this short story. Rated mature.
If you are suicidal or struggling with mental illness please don't hesitate to contact me, I want to help you through dark times, please know that it gets better if you stick it out-storms pass.*
