I’m Glad You’re Here
A short story about addiction.
Friday, December 17th, 1993–4AM
The last hit had been too much. He had gone too far. The room had stopped spinning, and was now just fading in and out from existence. A lump caught in his throat, and he began to cough into a clammy, clenched fist. When he pulled his hand away from his face, it was stained a deep red.