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Another one of my girls was found dead. This time, not at the club but at a client's house. They were seen leaving together. The next day his neighbor called the police on him because he was trying to assault her daughter. According to Sal, he was also unhinged. The same way Benito had been. Whatever shit he took made him check out completely. Doctors hadn't found anything in his bloodstream. At the moment, he is being held at the station while the cops are busy snooping around The Cloud. They think we are the ones circulating this mysterious drug that makes people lose their shit. Apparently, there are more cases involving the drug, and guess what? Most of the perpetrators have one thing in

and a nurse walked in carrying a pack of medicine" Sir you are awake" thank God the nurse said smiling,. Yeah release these things" I want to leave this place he replied rudely, you need to take your drugs she said opening the packet" take you and your fucking drugs" out of my way he surd angrly* and the nurse quickly took the drip off with shaking hands and Jasper glared at her before walking out. Ella were is Jeremy they asked staring at her" he went home Ella replied sitting down" she was thinking about what Jeremy told her, home?? Why?? Jason question

I was constantly surprised by how they consumed me. I took a deep breath and stood. “I have to go. I’m sorry.” “Wait.” Mark stood and handed me a card from his pocket. “You ever feel the need for a coffee, call me.” You ever feel the need for a free therapy session over coffee, call me. I curled my fingers around the card and took it. “I will.” “And, Brenda?” He stepped closer to me and pressed two fingers to my temple. “Addiction is all in the mind. So is willpower. You don’t have to succumb to anything you don’t want to.”

He answered as she slowly placed the glass tip on her lips and took a big gulp. "How are you feeling now?..." He sat down on the chair beside the bed, crossing his leg on another and resting arms on armchair. The chair was looking so small in front of him. "Why you brought me here?... I said no to drugs for a reason, still you used?..." She asked placing the glass back on the nightstand and totally ignoring his question. "it's the effect of medicines. I couldn't leave you injured among the dead bodies... And it's a good manners to introduce yourself first miss___?"

Her Pov: It has been two weeks since I found out I was addicted to drugs. Two whole weeks of living through a walking nightmare, clawing my way through withdrawal, fighting demons I never even knew existed inside me. The past fourteen days have been nothing short of hell. My body revolted against me, turning into a prison of agony and desperation. Sleepless nights melted into torturous days, where reality blurred into something grotesque. Nightmares didn't stay confined to sleep; they slithered into my waking moments, twisting shadows into monsters, whispering voices into my ears that weren’t there. My own mind betrayed me, playing tricks so cruel I lost touch with what was real and what was

My mouth was dry and I felt like crying. "It went on for years, Dear, starting from when he was sixteen. Then, there was all these debts building up from his addiction. Sometimes even strange men would come around demanding money or dropping him off at the doorstep..." her voice faded into the background but was still the peak of my interest. I looked up from her to the room around me and met a pair of familiar light blue eyes staring back. Zac was standing at the door, his smile was wide and his eyes carefree, and I knew that even if I tried to smile, he would know that something was wrong anyway.

I mean it was one thing to do drugs but to get addicted to it was another thing. He gave me space, staring ahead. I should have just kept quiet but my curiosity got the best of me. He was probably not ready to tell and here I was asking. 'It's a long story’, he started. “But in summary, I went into some really bad deep shit when my mum and sister died and drugs were the worst, I was so addicted I couldn’t go a day without doing drugs, it got so bad that I almost died,” “Oh shit!” No wonder Steve acted like that. He probably got scared that he was going to lose him or going to go through that experience with him again.

"You should worry about yourself. Your suffering will be no less than hers." There were many types of drugs, but the ones developed by the Lowe Group were unique. Not only were they highly pure, but they were also extremely addictive. Marion's drugs might not be as potent, but they were enough to get Drake hooked. Soon enough, Drake felt the effects of the drug coursing through his body. People in this trade might dabble, but the bosses never touched the stuff. They knew all too well the horrors of addiction. In just a few years, the drugs could ravage a person's nervous system, leaving them weak and prone to madness. Quitting was a long and painful process.

She seems so happy after the last paper and I can see her sitting on op of Olive’s locker. I smile at her then go about cleaning my desk and selecting the books that I want to carry home with me for that one week.I pick a few African literature pieces:Things fall apart by Chinua Achebe and The River Between by Ngugi Thiong’o.I have started to really love literature classes especially when we started discussing different books.I also a few other books in my backpack and make a note to carry my diary with me.I hope I don’t forget that because it feels like a part of me,a week will be too long without it.

Unable to tell fact from fiction with girls! But did I have a choice? I had to accept that he fucked me.... Because it's the only way for me. The only way I have at the moment that helps me avoid falling into drugs. The lack of it drives me crazy and the absence of pleasure during fucking allows me to use up my excess energy and adrenaline to resist. Resist one more day, one more minute! one more hour....that's the daily battle I face against my addiction. To my loss, because yes! If I go back to drugs...