“Mhm. Mhm.” Twenty-three-year-old Sylas held a spoon between his teeth. He felt around his pockets for his lighter and when he couldn't find it he began to tear his apartment up.
“Where the fuck is it!?” He overlooked it a few times but his vision was too blurry to see well. He didn't think to stop and check on the table again.
“Oh well.” He walked into the kitchen and turned on his stove. He held the spoon over it and waited for the rocks to melt. He used a toothpick to swirl out any chunks and waited for it to cool down. He attached the needle before filling the syringe. Thankfully for him, his sister is diabetic so he steals her omnipod syringes. They're small and easy to store and reuse.
He was a careful and clean user. He wiped off his arm with an alcohol pad before inserting the small needle into his vein. He laid down waiting for his high to kick in. Only this time when he fell asleep he didn't wake up.
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Healing Him
BeletrieSylas loses his battle with depression after his child is taken away from him. He turns to drugs and only after he takes it a step too far does his family decide to check him into a rehab facility. It's there that he meets Aaliyah. A young woman who...
