by Crazygirlblogger | May 24, 2016 | Epidemic
I can’t breathe. This is it. The birds are chirping around my head and the lights are going dim. The darkness behind Eric’s eyes has now taken over until there is no remnant of color left in his dilated, angry pupils. My hands frantically pull at the grip...
by Crazygirlblogger | May 23, 2016 | Epidemic
My entire body is heavy with heroin. The feeling of opiates taking over my ability to feel anything is familiar. Its intoxicating escape causes me to succumb to its seduction; I am unable to resist its sweet lures. I welcome death. Death is a sweet alternative to...
by Crazygirlblogger | May 20, 2016 | Epidemic
There is nothing like the feeling of a new iPhone in the palm of your hand. The last two days with Eric have been amazing, so naturally, I put two phones on a plan and gave him one. He has been so attentive to my needs, calmed my tears when I cried about missing my...
by Crazygirlblogger | May 19, 2016 | Epidemic
Red! What the hell is she doing here? How did she know that we were here and why the hell did Eric let her in our room? Her eyes meet mine. A sly, devilish smile crosses her face. There are remnants of tweaker pot marks all over her face from where she has picked at...
by Crazygirlblogger | May 17, 2016 | Epidemic
Flowers on the bed. Of course, they are a cheap bouquet of grocery store issued, red roses. My dad always told me those are the least personal flowers you can give a woman. As usual, he was right. Lilies are my favorite flower and Eric might know that if he ever paid...
by Crazygirlblogger | May 13, 2016 | Epidemic
My eyes are still heavy, as my body fights to wake up to the awareness of where Eric is taking me. It is dark now and I wonder if I have been sleeping from exhaustion or if I am fighting the near death of this heroin fog. My mind continues to question Eric about where...
