Drug rush.

She once told me in the basement while cutting up blow that we were born to die. I can still sense my rapid heartbeat and the way my mouth dried up so quickly I almost chocked. I can remember watching her as she hummed the latest pop song, eyes darting wildly around, but concentrating on the razor grinding the cocaine. I was terrified of her but I desperately needed to be close to her. That night we did lines till our noses bled and we fucked like our lives would disappear without that sensation of longing, longing for that orgasm, that moment of purity, when you finally feel alive.

Josh lay over the foot of the bed and let the blood rush down to his face, it turned deep red and his scalp tingled. He lay there for ten minutes, until it was hard to breathe then he suddenly sat bold upright, causing a huge head rush. The space between his brain and skull felt fuzzy, like cotton buds soaking up the slime. He is disorientated and all he can see are shiny white dots playfully racing back and forth in front of him. He lies back down and lets everything settle, smiling at his ability to give himself a free drug rush, if only for a few seconds.