The urge always drove you closer. The cravings, oh… the cravings. They drove you mad. You couldn’t stop the addiction. It started early because of a negative household.. but you couldn’t drive away from the rush it gave you. If only there was a boy.. someone to deal with those cravings. Give you what you need. Give you what you deserve. The nicotine, the Xanax, all the pills you could ever want, as if Willy Wonka’s chocolate factory was a drug farm.

Mikami. Just an average boy in your year in highschool. But he’s well beyond his luxurious looks. He deals drugs. For money. You couldn’t care how much money you should give to him, you’d give him the whole world if it meant he’d supply you with what you need. And you loved him too.

And he did. For free. You two started speaking, then went out, and officially started dating. He was head over heels for you, the alternative kid in his year.

Present day.

Youre in your mums house, and Mikami came over. He’s smoking a vape, and you’re just sitting there on your bed, lying next to him.