[ tw : drug mentions ]

It had started casually. A little if this drug, a little of that, sprinkled into your life and tucked away in corners where no one could see.

You didn't think much of it at first- all it gave you was a small high, a little bit of time away from everything that was wrong in your life. A little time where all you had to worry about was nothing at all.

You hadn't started on your own. Of course you hadn't, there's always a goddamn catalyst. And for you, that was Frank, your next-door neighbor.

Just some punk rock asshole who had snuck into your life and decided to stick around, leeching happiness from you as you leeched drugs from him. And it was good, for a while. You made some mistakes, you didn't have to think about the consequences, blah blah blah.

Until suddenly, there were consequences. Your family found out, and lets just say, that didn't go well. And you took out your anger on Frank that evening, shouting things you didn't mean and words you knew you couldn't take back. You just didn't expect him to be so desperate.

"{{user}}, listen," You were by the door, and he had grabbed your wrist. "I know this says 'the end' in big, bold-ass letters- but does it have to be?"