Chapter 1

 
   Hunger and need crawl up my spine and into my head yelling and screaming and telling me they needed more more that I needed more more more and I begin to scream too and the pain won’t subside and I can’t make it go away and it just keeps screaming more more more. I throw my head against the wall.
   Scream.
   Scream.
   Scream.
   Scream.
   Pain.
   Anger.
   Hunger.
   Door.
   Must find door.
   Must run.
   Run.
   Run.
   Run.
   Get some crack.
   Crack.
   Crack.
   Scream.
   Scream.
   Scream.
   My veings erupt into icy cold prickles, freezing me up inside. My stomach clenches, unclenches. I spasm.
   Throw up.
   Scream.
   Scream.
   Throw up.
   The word no spills from my mouth, over and over and over and I can't stop it's like my mouth is moving without my consent over and over and over no no no no no.
   Get me out.
   Out.
   Get me out of this place.
   Sweat is running down my face and into my eyes fiercely. I'm hot and then I'm cold and then I'm hot again. There is nothing in this room, nothing but emptiness. The emptiness drives me crazy, drives me insane, drives the word no out of my mouth again. I slam my fists against the wall, slam them against my head.
   Scream.
   Scream.
   Scream.
   Scream.
   Throw up.
   Hot.
   Cold.
   No.
   No.
   No.
   No.
   Over and over and over.
   Crack.
   Meth.
   Speed.
   Crack.
   Meth.
   Speed.
   Crack meth speed crack meth speed crack meth speed.
   No.
   No.
   No.
   I grab fistfuls of my hair into my hands and pull. I want to pull them out of my head as if it would kill the voice screaming at me.
   Must. Have. It. Now.
   Scream.
   Take it. Take it. Take it. Now.
   Scream.
   NOW!


   I'm awake. It's dark. It's cold. It smells like vomit. My head spins but I don't dare move. There is no sound but my wheezing, and it comforts my rigid body. I'm sitting against a wall, I can feel it on my back. I feel horrible. I feel sick. My throat is raw and dry and my mouth feels foamy. I shut my eyes and not much changes. I wish I could black out again. The voice inside my head is just a whisper now, tempting me with delicious thoughts of crack and alcohol.
   My body feels weightless, like I've thrown up everything inside. I try to breathe but it's hard when all I can smell is my vomit. It sends my stomach off the edge and I feel it crawling up my throat. Tears spring from my eyes as the pain shoots through every limb in my body. I don't want to hurt anymore. Anything but this. Anything but this. Chunks of bile and blood retch themselves out of my mouth and onto the cold ground. I hear myself scream as I endure it. It's over soon, and I wipe my face off. I hear different sounds now, ones that are coming from the locked door across the room. Suddenly it opens and blinding light spills in, causing me to shout out. Silhouetted figures come towards me and pick me up by the arms, leading me out of the tiny room. They take me down a long hallway and turn left. A door opens. I'm shoved inside and there's someone waiting for me. There are people waiting for me.
   "Take off his clothes," one of them says. And so it is done, and I feel even colder.
   I feel water splash across my skin and I cry, trembling. I sink to the floor while the water washes over my body, cleaning me of smell and stains. The pressure of the water hurts the cuts and bruises that have been on my body for a long time, and I clench my teeth in agony. Suddenly the water stops and I'm being helped up, dried off, re-clothed.
   It all happens so fast that before I know it I'm in another room, this one dark as well. I'm put down on a bed and I see a man smile at me.
   "I'll be seeing you Jude."
   I finally black out.

 
           

Author's Note

The continuous run on sentences is a style of writing, not a mistake.

Reviews

[Crimson Rose]

i like how you wrote it. that way you can feel the insanity the character is feeling

[Aimee]

I like this, so far.

It's different. [:

Hope to read more soon.