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Category:
S through Z › Wrong Turn
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
1
Views:
2,007
Reviews:
1
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
Disclaimer:
I do not own Wrong Turn, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
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Hello all, New to this site. First story.. or piece that I have written in well over a year, so don't expect something too long and too great. I tried. Its meant as a F/F... but I suppose it can be whatever you want.
Disclaimer: I did write this, so I suppose I have copyright on it.
Warning: Swearing. Drug use. Don't read if your all sensitive about that shit.
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The smoke rolls along my tongue, sliding back in my throat as inhale, deeply. My lungs stretch as smoke pours in. Hold. As I exhale my head spins, suddenly feeling much lighter than before. I choke on the last bit of thick smoke. Tasting it on my tongue, enjoying the burn it leaves through out my inside.
There’s something satisfying about this, how it makes the world fade away. Allows me to breathe makes my heart beat again.
No one understands it, when I’m high. There is nothing else. No hurt, no Her. Nothing cold and black ruining me in a way I can’t control.
It’s all pure and smooth, cut like nothing I’ve ever seen before; Heavens fucking powder.
After each hit, a memory I have of her disappears. It’s carved away from me, at least for a little while and then, it doesn’t hurt so much.
Her skin soft, bronzed and possibly flawless, the way it felt underneath my finger tips, replaced by a violent intoxication.
Her words replaced by something screaming at me for more, enough to make my lungs bleed, enough to rub away my gums, enough to corrode my nostrils, to fry my fucking brain.
I need more than enough, so I can just forget.
Disclaimer: I did write this, so I suppose I have copyright on it.
Warning: Swearing. Drug use. Don't read if your all sensitive about that shit.
:
The smoke rolls along my tongue, sliding back in my throat as inhale, deeply. My lungs stretch as smoke pours in. Hold. As I exhale my head spins, suddenly feeling much lighter than before. I choke on the last bit of thick smoke. Tasting it on my tongue, enjoying the burn it leaves through out my inside.
There’s something satisfying about this, how it makes the world fade away. Allows me to breathe makes my heart beat again.
No one understands it, when I’m high. There is nothing else. No hurt, no Her. Nothing cold and black ruining me in a way I can’t control.
It’s all pure and smooth, cut like nothing I’ve ever seen before; Heavens fucking powder.
After each hit, a memory I have of her disappears. It’s carved away from me, at least for a little while and then, it doesn’t hurt so much.
Her skin soft, bronzed and possibly flawless, the way it felt underneath my finger tips, replaced by a violent intoxication.
Her words replaced by something screaming at me for more, enough to make my lungs bleed, enough to rub away my gums, enough to corrode my nostrils, to fry my fucking brain.
I need more than enough, so I can just forget.