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the blueprints - Orion - 07-01-2018
[align=center][div style="width: 45%; text-align: justify; font-size: 12pt; letter-spacing: -1px; font-family: timesnewroman;"][glow=#D3D3D3,2,300]✯ —[/glow] As the darkness settled in, so did Abraham's own darkness erupted. Injection after injection, pill after pill, and drink after drink, he felt himself slipping into a deeper disassociative state. With no one to stop him, he had the time in the world. With his head hanging over the side, arms out, and his legs spread wide, the man laid on a bench with wide eyes in the direction of the stars. One hand raised to the sky. His fingers grasped at the air, mimicking grabbing at a star and holding it within his palm. A soft sigh left him as he did so. Here and there, he mumbled to himself. The sentences that came out to him were nonsense, but to him, they meant something. The comfort of the sky... or was it the drugs... made him feel alive for once in his life. Even so, there was that missing thing in his life.
Ever since the destruction of his home country and family, he had never felt the destructive adrenaline rush through his body as he had in those moments. But... he did not regret it. In fact, he missed it. Though, the only thing that could wrack his brain since then was the drugs. It started small. First, it was recreational, but it developed over time. Soon, he became dependent. They made his heart race, the sweat pour through his pores, and his blood pump for hours on end until it wore off and it was another time for a shot... but he needed more. Eventually, it was an all day thing and all attempts to stop did not end well. Hence, he went on. Abraham was on a path he could not stop.
Now he was here. A broken man in search of the rush he once hated, but adored. Soon, he would find his wants in the darkest of places and in the most unexpected place, along with the gruesomest way possible. First, he would deny it, but as always, he would let it succumb him and take over.
Splayed out on the bench, he rolled to his side and pushed himself to sitting. Dilated pupils gazed off into the distance. There was nothing and no one, as always, or so he thought, and continued to prepare for the next injection in his arm. With the shot in his hand, Abraham slid the needle into his arm. "Fuuuuck," came his strained moan. A vein had been hit and blood began to pour out from his forearm as he released the needle. Unsure of what to do, he sat there silently. Some blood wouldn't hurt him.
[member=506]mordecai[/member]