Y/N was never the type to fall for boys. But the moment a mysterious, demon boy arrived to her school, her life was ruined. She had no idea what was gonna come for her. She was about to have a hell of a time. Literally.
I squinted at the fluorescent lights that were right in my face.
"W-where am I?", I said groggily.
"In the nurse's office, love.", said a deep voice, "You passed out."
Wait. I know that voice.
I sat up and stared, and there he was. Right at my bedside sitting on a chair. Beside him was an open book, he had obviously just been reading it.
What the hell had happened? I was still confused. Why did I suddenly pass out?
Wait. Could it have been-
No. There's no way. I've had that habit for a while now, and nothing like this has ever happened. It can't be.
"Nurse said she can't find a reason for it. Maybe just stress building up."
I shook my head groggily.
Seriously? Stress?
I mean, with everything happening lately, it could be a possibility.
I still thought about the other possibility, but distracted myself from it.
"Hey, here, how about I take you to my place? Just for you to rest, of course, nothing else." Then he grinned and added, ''Unless you wanted to."
I felt my heartbeat quicken and ordered it to stop.
It didn't.
"Hey. Would you rather rest in my house or this cubed roo-"
I cut him off before he could finish.
"...No thanks. I don't need to rest. I'm fine. I'll just head home for now," I said, giving him a cold look.
Take the hint, Corpse man. I don't want anything to do with you.
Especially now you know my secret.
The secret I worked so hard to keep.
All ruined.
Because of you.
"Want me to walk you ho-"
"No."
I got up, a little dizzy, and headed over to the school exit. It was still raining outside. Shit. I put my hoodie over my head and ran to my bike, which was, of course, soaking wet. Great.
I hopped onto it and drove home in the rain.
Once I got home, I rapidly entered the apartment building, leaving a trail of water behind me. I got into the elevator and looked at my reflection. I looked like a hot mess. My hair was soaking wet, along with everything else. Sigh.
"I'm home," I said to nobody.
I looked down onto the sofa, and as expected my uncle had left again. Probably went to buy his weekly supply of beer and whisky or whatever.
I flopped onto the couch and took a deep breath.
I looked over at the coffee table, and stared at the spilled orange bottles, with pills spread everywhere.
Ughhhhh
Of course, he had to make a mess before he left.
I got up from the couch and walked over to the table, I started cleaning up the pills and putting them back into each of their containers.
Except for one.
One orange container, which I took and hid in my room.
I took a deep breath and felt my hands tremble.
Did I really need this?
Look at what it's done to me today.
I know my habit is what caused me to pass out today, I just didn't wanna bring myself to admit it.
My habit-
No.
Be honest with yourself; My addiction,
My addiction to drugs.
*Flashback to when Y/N was 12 years old*
"See, sometimes, Y/N, when y- you're struggling in lifffee, you can u-use the magic pills like I do! Just make s-sureee that you do them safelyyy so you don't end up like me hereeee. Hah! You can use them to take the p-pain away."
I remember that day vividly. My uncle was in a hospital bed from an overdose. He thought he was going to die, and so did I.
I remember being scared after seeing him there, were drugs really this powerful? Could they really make you like this?
But at the same time...
I did want to take the pain away.
So, I thought, ...maybe one wouldn't hurt.
Just once.
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Oh god, this is getting darker by the day.
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