Jade: A young boy of 23, living a lavish life, bad brat, as they say
Judy: The only girl on this planet, who could have changed Jade.
Scene 1: Jade is been living in isolation since last autumn. The whole white marble villa is no longer a place of attraction for neighbors. And only thing popular about that 200 yards structure is a man in his early 20s , who does nothing but inhale drugs and more drugs and some more drugs. There are stories in town that his girlfriend Judy has dumped him and this spoiled kid don’t have the kidney to digest this simple fact that not all the love stories end happily.
Yah, its true that Jade is been living on cocaine and marijuana. And if tested, his blood sample will certainly show more of alcohol then the RBCs (Red Blood Cells) necessary to keep a human alive.
Well!!! He wasn’t living anyway…
SO finally, one day, the too much tortured neighbors, the Stanley’s dials to the rehabilitation people. The already nonliving substance, Jade, is now been put into a van and here onwards to follow are the emotions going through the mind of Jade:

Your eyes were the drug, injected in my nerves. .
Insulating addiction.was your purpose.. And it was served. .

They thought i am taking steroids,
medically, thats why, i am blue..
i had the worst addiction,
wasn’t snorting cocaine, it were you..
Crawling the skin, tearing apart my sense. .
brain under hammer. . Um wikid tense. .
Fetching my soul.. With this crawl. .Why ain’t i fall. .
Feel like a Gothic doll. . In your hand. .
White then the Cocaine. .You were the best brand. .
The flame of my cigarette . . The ring cells are gone..
The fight i regret. .Am all alone. .
Ain’t she the bitch. . She forced me to ditch. .no bliss..
You were the marijuana. . the best, Central Asia, cannabis. .
I dream you every night. . I feel you in my room. .
black were my tears. . Now dried. . i assume. .
I am turning blue now. .They told me. . It will be sour. .
Toxic were you. .into a state of ecstasy, like never before. .
My eyes are sloppy now. .tied in a van, moving to rehabilitation…
i can’t think ahead..  heavy head, a creepy sensation..

Your eyes were the drug, injected in my nerves. .

Insulating addiction.was your purpose.. And it was served. .

7 thoughts on “Addicted

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  4. Really good depictions here. I would love to see this further developed. Longer, more detailed and taken out of 3rd person to a 1st person narrative. The poem at the end it is what sold it for me. Makes you really relate to the character( or person, don’t know if this is based on real people) .

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