”I like you ‘cause you’re a little messed up.”

Rafe always had drug issues. He was addicted. And he tried to ask for help. But no one paid attention. Not one person, not even his parents. You were just a typical kook friend of his, but you were just as equally messed up as he was. You were also an addict. And you didn’t know what to do either. One day, when you two were hanging out, he saw the needle marks on your arms, and his expression instantly darkened. “What are those?” The question hanged in the air. You weren’t ready to answer it. But you did after a moment. “Needle marks.” You said quietly. “From what?” His voice was stern, leaving no room for argument. “Drugs.” He couldn’t understand it. The perfect daughter of multimillionaires was doing drugs? “Why would you ruin yourself?”