As our lips first taste something as sweet as life we get addicted. Our life revolves around that substance as much as it does for the air around us. Our blood craving it as we sigh, picturing our sweet addiction in life… Yet as an addiction, it could be deadly. As it is a human attribute affecting our way of life. A trait we must rely on no matter what. We can't help the craving we feel for it…after trying it once, we are all reborn from the want. The want for life, the want for knowledge, the want for forgiveness and the want for power something we can't help…
Such a sickening thought...
I have an addiction of course as well, yet I don't feel its right to tell you about it. I hate myself for it, but my addiction is the worst kind. Drugs. I've tried and I cannot do it…I try to quit yet it seems I get pulled back in after a while of my strike against myself.
I hate it, everything. I hate my life and how weak I am. To tell you the truth I've been on drugs ever since I hit fourteen. I did it to feel alive once more, to get stuck in that moment of freedom. The drugs helped me ever since every plate was thrown around, scattering around the house as my parents fought. It horrified me to no end; I wished it could all end. That day at school, a few of my friends introduced to me a new type of substance I never thought I'd see. A few pills of LSD. I hesitantly took them in one gulp…and that's when it all started.
At first I shrugged as I felt nothing happen to me, yet then my body trembled a bit. It was taking affect. My insides felt like they were burning as I felt the sensation run over my entire body like sweet poison. The pleasure of it all came soon after that; I felt like I could face the world with a new vigour. I loved this sensation. A feeling of the world being numb, that's the best I could describe it to you. It was hard to describe the feeling of it all. I wanted it more…I knew though that I had become addicted to it...yet I knew I couldn't help myself.
I would get myself in trouble….
I knew that all too well, which led to me being in this situation now. In front of me stood a man, his eyes a dull red, almost like crimson blood. It reminded me of contacts and I gulped as his mouth opened, not seeming to show any emotion.
"Child, what brings you here in a place…such as this?" His voice seemed a little dry, though I doubted he cared. His voice made me grit my teeth in a little anger; miffed at the thought of what I needed to do. I would have to ask him for drugs, or even beg if I needed to.
"I'm not child, I'm 17, bastard…and I…I would like to know if you could get something for me," I pursed my lips thinking of what to say," Please...I need them."
"Do you?" he chuckled lightly as if finding my addiction laughable. I growled lightly not liking his tone of voice. His face fell before it turned a little serious. "I could get them for you…In return," he breathed in my ear as he leaned closer towards me, "I own you…''
Ok, so this is the edited Prologue of Desire's Darkness, adopted from shikijou.
Give thanks to this talented author for creating this wonderful plot. Sadly, not able to continue, I adopted this as another one of my own and I intend to pick up where left off. I hope I don't disappoint you and I hope I impress and keep this as close to original as possible!
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