When Death Dust hit the streets, it took the city by storm. The newest, coolest designer drug has been all the rage.
Everyone is doing it, from wash outs in the projects, to the social elite at lush and lavish parties. No one knows exactly where it came from and no one really cares.
They call it Death Dust because every trip makes you feel like you’re dying.
Sometimes it simulates the sensation of drowning, other times you feel like you’re having a heart attack, but every high is different.
I know it doesn’t sound fun, but when your brain thinks you’re going to die it releases an insane amount of adrenaline and stimulates your pleasure center like you wouldn’t believe.
They say it’s your mind’s final gift to you before death.
Problem is, it’s really addicting and half the town is hooked on the stuff. Due to high demand, the price just keeps going up.
I’ve seen junkies sell their cars, their loved ones belongings; even their bodies just to get another fix. After a while though, the addicts run out of stuff to sell.
Once you’ve tasted what it feels like to die, you can’t give it up. Junkies will do anything just to feel that rush again.
Even if it’s just for one last time.