Remus sat by the fire, the flame reflected in his eyes. As much as he enjoyed being clean, he longed for the drug again. He was snapped out of his trance by his brothers voice, "Remus? You okay there?" As he went to respond, he felt a pain in his lip. He reached to it and felt a substance. When looking at it under the light, the crimson liquid was identified as blood. He smiled grimly as he wiped his lip. He nodded in response to his brothers question and excused himself to his room.
It was 3am.. Remus couldn't sleep. He ended up walking around in the imagination for while. It was calming. Then he heard a rustling sound behind him. He turned around to see a needle. It was heroin. His eyes widened as the needle lured him in. He picked it up.
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Tears and Needles // Book 2
FanfictionTHIS BOOK IS A SEQUEL TO 'THE IDIOT AND THE LIAR' FOR THE BEST READING EXPERIENCE, READ THAT BOOK FIRST He knew he shouldn't go back to it. Its bad for him. But if its so bad for his health, why does it feel so good?
