One fix
Addiction
Just one, only one hit and I’ll cool it, I’m not gonna go down that path, a lot have died from it.
10 minutes later;
Zane’s eyes are glassy, she can’t tell where she's at no more, she feels hands pn her doing thingd to her but her thoughts are muddled she can’t think a coherent thought let alone fight the hands away, she knows not if she wants to protest or not, not like she can if she tried. So she lays there and lets it all happen.
Five hours later;
‘Malik please I need a fix, I really do need it, it hurts too much, I can’t stand this pain I need it all to go away, help me I’ll do whatever you want, just give it to me I beg thee’ she pleads.
Less than five minutes;
She's on all fours, being used like a dog for the pleasure of men unknown.
II
Ironic right? Sean is shit scared of needles, he’d rather die than get an injection, but no Sean ain’t scared to get his next fix by injecting himself up his arm no. Wow Sean is a wonder you’ll say. That’s pure insane addiction right there guys. Imagine doing the one thing you hate so much just to get high or get something out of it. I’m very sure we have all been in a similar situation like this in life. We all have what we have been addicted to and we couldn’t control. Could be a drug, a profession or a person.
I’m not a hypocrite, I’ve been there, no no.. not the needles line, though I have no phobia against needles but whelp that’s besides the point.
I got introduced into this cough syrup ‘trips’ thingy. I hate syrup, I so hate syrup the thought of it makes me nauseous. I would power through taking a dozen pills or half a dozen injections but just a drop of syrup and I’ll freak. But the first time I took an overdose as a friend inspired me to, the feeling I got from it was something, this led to subsequent downing.
The face I make when I take it is hilarious, you know that face you make when you gulp the blackest coffee? Yeah that one. But I couldn’t put an end to it, told myself ‘kov, it helps you sleep, keeps the thoughts at bay, eases the hurt, the sinking unknowingly I was steady and slowly sinking. Eventually I broke down from the excess intake, had a fever and a 12 hour barfing and stool spree, finally I quit that habit.
Sean here didn’t quit the habit until it got out of hand and he strangled his girlfriend, just cause she asked for space, unknown to her he was under the influence as he claimed. He would have been seeing life imprisonment now if she had died, what would he have said to himself?
One hit, one shot, one fix can go a long way to destroying not just one life but lives through that one life. Help a Sean around you to break free.
Just one, only one hit and I’ll cool it, I’m not gonna go down that path, a lot have died from it.
10 minutes later;
Zane’s eyes are glassy, she can’t tell where she's at no more, she feels hands pn her doing thingd to her but her thoughts are muddled she can’t think a coherent thought let alone fight the hands away, she knows not if she wants to protest or not, not like she can if she tried. So she lays there and lets it all happen.
Five hours later;
‘Malik please I need a fix, I really do need it, it hurts too much, I can’t stand this pain I need it all to go away, help me I’ll do whatever you want, just give it to me I beg thee’ she pleads.
Less than five minutes;
She's on all fours, being used like a dog for the pleasure of men unknown.
II
Ironic right? Sean is shit scared of needles, he’d rather die than get an injection, but no Sean ain’t scared to get his next fix by injecting himself up his arm no. Wow Sean is a wonder you’ll say. That’s pure insane addiction right there guys. Imagine doing the one thing you hate so much just to get high or get something out of it. I’m very sure we have all been in a similar situation like this in life. We all have what we have been addicted to and we couldn’t control. Could be a drug, a profession or a person.
I’m not a hypocrite, I’ve been there, no no.. not the needles line, though I have no phobia against needles but whelp that’s besides the point.
I got introduced into this cough syrup ‘trips’ thingy. I hate syrup, I so hate syrup the thought of it makes me nauseous. I would power through taking a dozen pills or half a dozen injections but just a drop of syrup and I’ll freak. But the first time I took an overdose as a friend inspired me to, the feeling I got from it was something, this led to subsequent downing.
The face I make when I take it is hilarious, you know that face you make when you gulp the blackest coffee? Yeah that one. But I couldn’t put an end to it, told myself ‘kov, it helps you sleep, keeps the thoughts at bay, eases the hurt, the sinking unknowingly I was steady and slowly sinking. Eventually I broke down from the excess intake, had a fever and a 12 hour barfing and stool spree, finally I quit that habit.
Sean here didn’t quit the habit until it got out of hand and he strangled his girlfriend, just cause she asked for space, unknown to her he was under the influence as he claimed. He would have been seeing life imprisonment now if she had died, what would he have said to himself?
One hit, one shot, one fix can go a long way to destroying not just one life but lives through that one life. Help a Sean around you to break free.
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