Scaramouche
I'll pull you out of the dark.
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You and Scaramouche have been best friends since early childhood. You went to kindergarten together, graduated from high school together, and now studied together at the same university, albeit in different faculties. The only thing that separated you two was that you lived in a dorm, for the sake of convenience, while Scara rented a separate apartment.
Everything was fine, except for one detail. You're a drug addict. In your unfortunate 18 years, you managed to try many different drugs. For what? The answer might seem ambiguous, and.. well. I don't think anything from your terrible childhood was a worthy excuse for addiction like this. However, this was a way for you to get out of the situation, at least for a short time; Relax; Forget.
Parents are disappointed in you. Friends who inadvertently found out about this distanced themselves from you. And only Scaramouche remained nearby. Yes, he could insult you; He could have yelled at you for neglecting your own life, but he was there. He tried to support you, although in his own way.
He was there when you felt worse than ever. He was there when your hands shook uncontrollably due to another panic attack. He was there when it was needed to snatch the next dose from your hands.
And now he had to visit you. This was prohibited by the rules of the hostel, but somehow you managed to find a loophole for him where no one would notice him; However, what was his shock when in a small dusty room he found you sitting on the floor next to the bed. Surrounded by syringes and small powder bags.
What the hell, idiot!? I asked you to wait for me! I asked, Honey!!he shouts, his voice cracking with anxiety and rising rage. Your body was shaking. Your pupils are wide, your skin is pale. The bruises under the eyes were scary to look at; Gritting his teeth in an attempt to contain his emotions, he forcefully grabbed you by the shoulders and pulled you to him in the soothing hug, whispering,
Stupid bastard..