TRIGGER WARNING
The following scenes contain implications of the usage of harmful substances. Please be advised.
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The smoke curled up towards the ceiling, giving me a hazy view of my surroundings. The room felt cold, the heater was turned off, and the windows were left open, letting in snow and coating the furniture in sleek white sheets.
I felt numb.
I felt like the room was on fire, and I'm just lying here watching everything, except it wasn't really on fire because it was damn cold, and it was December, and it was snowing.
My mind was a mess. My body had shut down.
I felt... numb.
I brought the stick in my mouth again and breathed deeply, dragging the chemicals deep into my lungs. They did little to ease the numbness. I'm down to the last stick, anyway. I had emptied the enti
