He doesn’t know which urge is stronger. The need to kill the gnawing, aching hunger or recapture the phantasmagorical feeling of warmth, ecstasy and relief.
He needs a good vein, needs to make it stand up enough for a clean hit. He uses a shoe lace, so tight he can hear the pulse thumping in his head. Or is it the excitement of what’s about to happen?
The sharp, familiar needle sting. The rush, the RUSH, shooting up his arm to his head to his whole body. Nothing is this good.
One day he’ll stop.
But not yet, not today.
Written by Peter Larsen
Peter is a secondary teacher at Traralgon College in Victoria, Australia.