Mia
Time no longer meant anything in the place I floated. There was something tugging at me, begging me to wake up, but I didn’t really want to. The place I was in was easy; there was no pain, no ugliness. I was just there. There were no drugs, no hateful exes, no people to hurt anymore.
Though I was sure I could hear someone sobbing. It would come and go, but someone was hurting. Even still, I didn’t want to leave my safe place. Not just yet. I knew that the voices I heard couldn’t really be there. Not in the horrible place my mind was trying to escape. Maybe the heroin was trying to drag up something nice for me, so I didn’t have to deal with whatever had happened to me.
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The air around me changed at some point. It could have been hours, days, weeks later, but the
