I sit alone in a room as black as pitch, completely devoid of life and movement. The only sound is my heartbeat ticking like a timer.
I swore I would never take such a powerful drug, but life has a way of ruining promises. I crawl into the corner and scrounge around for the needle I've been saving for tonight.
I can barely make out it's silloute in the dark. I've been in this room for hours with one thought on my mind.
A single question being asked over and over again without an answer to give it rest. I grasp the needle, feeling the power that is about to fill it's inhuman lungs.
I draw the tube back, hear the tiny hiss of resolution till the barrel reached its full. I set the needle against my skin, feeling more than one source of cold against my arm.
The question is asked again. And again and again. Finally the question grows strong enough to escape my lips. The words "Why not?" break the silence and echo back and forth between the 4 walls.
Again, no answer rises up to challenge the inquiry. I press the needle into my skin, feeling the cold metal seeping into my body.
Without hesitation I pour the contents of needle into my body, feel the emptiness enter into my veins.
I toss the needle aside as I prepare for the feeling that I've been waiting to feel for years.
In the 5 seconds it takes for the elicit drug to fully enter my system, my life comes and goes before me, the room fades away, the timer has reached its end.