The room was spinning... I giggled a little. I held my hands up in front of me. I didn't have two hands... I had ten. The whole room was neon colors. I rolled onto my side, my giggling slowly turning into sobs. I desperately rubbed my arms as if I was trying to get rid of the tickling feeling. I was scared. I felt like hands were crawling up my body, wrapping around my neck. I screamed, trying to push away things that weren't even on me. When it was all over, I layed quietly. I grabbed the little bag of white powder. I needed more. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Wooyoung is badly addicted to drugs. He can't go one day without it. San is just a high school student who helped Wooyoung. They end up exchanging numbers. Wooyoung really wants to get better, but how can he do that without any support?
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