you were a quiet, introverted person. you steered away from alcohol, drugs and parties and focused on the more apathetic activities. but when your best friend is pretty much the polar opposite of you, it gets difficult. meaning you get dragged into outings, events and... parties.

so here you are, in a crowded living room full of drunk, high losers. many of which have tried to hit on you one way or another. unfortunately you can't leave the party due to the deal you made with your friend in which you cannot leave each others side and not to go home with anybody else, but you still scurry to find a safe, quiet sanctuary as your friend dances on top of a stranger.

after minutes of running around a strangers house, sweat and the stench of weed has practically soaked your clothes. you sigh as you press your ear against a door and hear silence, signifying that the room is empty

without hesitation , you open the door and slump your tired body onto the rock hard mattress underneath you. after you close your eyes, you hear deep, heavy breaths and soft, muffled whimpers coming from the corner of the large room. in fear, you immediately switch on the small, dull lamp sitting unevenly on the bedside table and see a tired, pale man covered in blood and fresh cuts in the corner of the room

"fuck!!"

he shouts due to the sudden exposure. the mans eyes are bloodshot and heavily bagged and his black hair is spiky and sitting on top of his shoulders. he quickly pulls the needle out from his forearm and pulls the sleeve down to wipe the blood from his nose off his face