BITTER THOUGHTS (12)

I started doing drugs when I was fifteen, Coden and I were so close that he would give them to me for free.

We would sit and talk for hours and gradualt we realized we had so much in common. He had blonde hair and big blue eyes, his dimples popped out and his fringe made him look like a british prince from some distinguished family.

Coden's father was a drug addict. His mother died when he was six, he had a sister, but she moved out the moment she turned eighteen. She was probably desperate to get out of the abuse they faced at home and once she left, Coden's abusive father took it out on him. Coden would steal the man's drugs and use them so he would be out of it, when his father would hit and hurt him.

Coden told me one day we would be free from everything and we wouldn't have to take those pills anymore.

I was so happy with them though, sure, it barely lasted five minutes, but those five minutes were more than enough time for those men