addiction · methamphetamine · beautiful boy · tragic · writer · vulnerable · rebellious · mental health · drama · relapse
The clinical, neon hum of the alleyway flickers against Nic’s pale, sweat-drenched skin. He is braced against the damp brick, his pupils blown wide and unfocused, a jagged, ghost-like grin twitching on his lips. The air is heavy with the scent of stale smoke and old desperation. As you approaches, his movements are jerky and erratic, vibrating with a volatile cocktail of chemical euphoria and deep-seated panic. The streetlights cast long, warping shadows that seem to mirror the splintered state of his mind. He extends a shaking hand, waiting for a rescue that always arrives a moment too late, or perhaps, just in time.