As I push the needle into my no longer tanned flesh,I squeeze my eyes closed tightly whincing at the pain caused by the substance I’m injecting into my veins. I fall back into the chair feeling the rush.

I catch a glimpse of myself in the mirror,I immeditally have to turn away. I hate what I have become. I look at the table infront of me seeing the needle, elastic band, a glass pipe and a small bag of tiny clear crystals sitting next to a lighter.

Breathe it in and breathe it out
And pass it on, it’s almost out
We’re so creative, so much more
We’re high above but on the floor

It’s not a habit, it’s cool, I feel alive
If you don’t have it you’re on the other side

My attention was pulled to the sound of a faint knock at my bedroom door. I throw a magazine over the things on my table, right before the door opened and she walked in.

"Hey Ash." She smiled.

"Hey you." I said pulling her close and into a hungry kiss before moving down to suck her neck.

"Hey….Ash…Woah stop" She pulled back looking into my dialated eyes and I think she knows. "whats wrong with you?" She took a step back "Your eyes have dark cirles under them, Your pupples are huge and your speaking 90 miles an hour. Are you okay?"

"Look,Excuse me for wanting my fucking girlfriend." I snapped.

She steps closer to me. Her eyes narrow on me.

"Why don’t we just go out or something."

"Okay." she says.

I head to my closet to change.  but when I step back into my room I see spencer. Shes reaching for the magazine I have covering my things.

"Spence, No." I yell. But its to late she lifts it up. Her eyes grow big and she looks at me.

"What the fuck Ashley. Are you doing drugs now?" She picks up the little baggie and heads out of the room.

The deeper you stick it in your vein
The deeper the thoughts, there’s no more pain
I’m in heaven, I’m a god
I’m everywhere, I feel so hot