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Paul's voice was taunting me.

I had nothing left.

Pulling on the edge of the tie I had knotted around my arm, I squeezed until a tingling sensation rolled through my fingers. Taking the needle from between my lips, I hunted for a vein, the urgency growing inside my body making my movements clumsy.

The sting of the needle was indescribably welcoming as I slowly pressed my thumb down on the syringe, taking a full hit.

Within seconds I felt my body growing lighter.

All my problems floating away.

Peace washing over me like a blanket of pure fucking ecstasy.

Tossing the syringe down on the coffee table, I unwrapped my arm and laid back on the couch.

Melting away.

All the pain.

All the thoughts.

No thoughts.

No…nothing.

I was floating away from the world.

And it was fucking fantastic.

Were my eyes open?

Who fucking cared.

Didn’t need them anyway.

Didn’t need anything.

"Jordan… Jordan! What have you done?"

God was talking to me.

"Jordan, open your eyes."

God needed to fuck off.

"Wake up, dammit! Open your eyes and look at me."

"Fuck you, man," I laughed, smiling as the feeling of fucking and sleeping and happiness rolled through my body.

Mashing my lips together, I twisted my head from side to side as my body grew lighter and lighter.

My last thought before everything went blank; I'm never going back to before.

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Chapter Twenty-Three

Hope

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