Nepenthe : (noun)
Something that can make you forget grief or suffering.
My nepenthe is crystal meth.
The second the pipe touches my lips, the moment the flame dances merrily below, the instant I inhale I'm in absolute ecstasy.
I can feel nothing, and everything all at once.
I can taste happiness, and smell heaven.
But if only I had known.
If I had known I would never have tried it.
I would give up every single uneventful, nirvana-like high I ever experienced just to replace the image of her mangled body.
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Due to drug use, violence, language, and other graphic events this story is rated Mature. Reader discretion is advised.
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Elliot Jensen and Elliot Fintry have a lot in common. They share the same name, the same house, the same school, oh and they hate each other but, as they will quickly learn, there is a fine line between love and hate.