They take my waste, they take my blood, and after each trip, they ask me a myriad of questions.
I am not so much addicted to the drug itself as to the colors it lets me see.
I am always left behind with a never-ending longing for a world that was nothing like my own and left behind with even more longing as I feel my body changing, my skin peeling, my hair thinning, and my appetite dwindling—as I do my best to remind myself that this drug is poisoning me.
Coming back, I looked at Jeyjey's desperate face before turning to Henry.
"Are you alright?" I asked him, remembering that I had seen him inside the vision, and if it was like with the kid's mother, he must have felt the drug trip and the longing for it as well.
Henry was still hugging me and raised his head with a laugh.
"Because of the drugs? Haha, I don't care."
"What about me? DON'T YOU WANT TO ASK ABOUT HOW I AM??" Jeyjey screamed.
