I reread the text over and over, but the words were clear on the screen. Barking a short laugh I dropped my phone slightly away from myself. This was beginning to scare me a little. What was I dealing with? Mental illness?
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My drug use escalated into a full-blown addict lifestyle in less than a month. “I’m too far gone,” I would tell myself.
He harrumphed to the basement entrance and motioned for me to follow him downstairs.
I'd jumped out of cars and windows, run away through blizzards and camped in woods and still, I'd been had.
If word got to the wrong people in the shelter, I stood a high chance of getting stabbed for it.
I can get through this, I thought. It's just a formality. I fidgeted on the paisley couch in my new psychologist's office, anticipating that history would yet again repeat itself and I would be flung into a world of pain and insanity from the cushion I occupied. The heavyset, white bearded man across from me … Continue reading The Beginning – Random Chapter 1
Something seemed off, but I figured older people had more reason to drink anyways.
It was as if that little voice that told me to come all the way out to this hipster joint overlooking the city to work had also outlined this woman with some highlighter.
I ducked behind a car and watched, shaking from the cold.