Popping Cherries

I can barely breathe, my rib cage feels like it's collapsing in on me, and my fingernails are clawing at my flesh that seems too cold.

My teeth clench together, gnashing at my bottom lip until I feel a sweet metal taste on my tongue. I stare, focusing on that single drop of blood that has landed on the white tile floor below my feet.

A flow of red then starts pouring from my nose.

This is only the beginning, and I wish I was out.

[ x ]

_{This is an account of Oliver's time in rehab for five months. The sixth month is him getting his life briefly together before he finds his red-headed Cashier Girl, again.

Note: The entire story is made up. I don't own Oliver Sykes or anyone else mentioned that is famous or in a band. I do own, however, my beloved made up characters.<3 By the way, I'd suggest reading Peach Cocaine if you want to know who C.G. is. <:

ps. This story, because of recent chapters that will be appearing eventually, has been switched to Rated R for sexual encounters of the drugged up kind. ;o ( it won't be anything TOO extreme, I'm not very good at writing dirty things, haha, just want to be pre-cautious. )}