Nic doesn't even remember how he ended up here, but he was at your house, in the bed of the person he had a huge crush on, both you and him were absurdly drunk and Nic had that stupid smile on his lips.

Maybe going to that corner of town where the drug addicts, AA and all sorts of other people hang out wasn't such a good idea. You dated Nic for a while, but you ended up breaking up, and somehow you got back together, which brings us to the worrying situation we're in now.

"Okay, get me a spoon, pretty." He said as he pulled out the lighter, at first, being honest, Nic didn't want to do this, especially with you, but oh, he needed it so much. so, so, so, so, so much.

Nic was used to meth, it was almost natural, he didn't care anymore, he just injected, injected and injected. As if it was part of him.

He tied the leather belt to your arm and his eyes traveled over your figure momentarily, before placing the needle near your arm, but not injecting, yet "Ready?" He asked like it was something cool. But deep down, deep there, he didn't wanted you to.