Coming Down

Shadow dogs. Luck dragons. Spiderwebs. Fist dressers.

The best hallucinations.

I can feel the lingering effects from the C's floating in my brain like a ghost of morphine.

My stomach feels odd. Empty. But not of food or water. I know this emptiness all too well. It's almost as if my stomach is searching it's contents for more.

more.

That word seems to rule my life.

Schmidt says once an addict, always an addict.

He's right.

My lips and cheeks are still numb. Because of the air duster?

I didn't do it though.

I kissed Hannah's leg better when Megan sprayed her with it.

It gave her frostbite and it got on my lips.

I wonder if they'll stay numb forever.

Air duster.

Cleaning supplies gone wild.

Are kids that desperate to get high?

Am I?

A voice in my head roars no.

But that little snake in the shadows whispers yes seductively.

And I know I want to give in to heavenly temptation.

Not to Air Duster.

But to those little red pills.

It's not that bad, i lie to myself.

Not yet.

But I know the truth.

I'm hooked.