Polaroid of a Yellow Bottle [z.m]

tw:// this story will contain major drug use and mature content viewer discretion is advised.

"Is it bad that I want you. Like this?"
He whispers in my ear, as the wind rips thought my hair. And I realize this boy is like the yellow capped bottle.

// Channel Rate is a "no good junkie" who lives above her half brother tattoo shop in West Hollywood. Never would she think that she would find anything better then those white pills she would pop when she wanted everything to blur away.