//downward
“I don’t mind,” he said, and he thought it was weird to talk and that his voice sounded a lot more distant, and that it wasn’t his voice, maybe somebody else’s voice but shit it came out of his mouth, “You can stay as long as you’d like.” Had he said that already? He didn’t know. Oh well. The heat rolled over him in waves and he heaved a heavy sigh, setting his phone aside and touching his face. Rubbing his eyes.
He was heavy,
heavy,
but it was perfect.
This is what he needed because the bitterness is starting to ebb from his mind and become replaced with something light and airy and not Reggie. Wait, who was Reggie? Oh yeah, Reggie was his brother. Was. Was. Oh yeah, Reggie died. The urge to snort a line rages heavy within him but he bites it back; he’s sure that he’ll be shoved over the edge pretty soon, he just has to try and stop climbing back up and over.Delsin wondered what Fetch was up to, but he couldn’t bring himself to grab his phone and text her. “‘m hungry,” he announced, “Are you? ‘M bout to order pizza, or something.”
He lifted his eyes to look at Brent, watching as he shot up too.
Somebody once told him that Brent was bad for him.
That both the Walkers were.
That Brent strung him out on drugs to get money and that Fetch just helped, that they both were toxic. That both of them were bad, bad, that Brent especially was willing to sink his claws into Delsin and drag him down, through the dirt and grime and mud just to fuck him up worse, to take him for all he was worth. Delsin didn’t care, even if that was true. Brent took care of him, he did. God he did. Whenever Delsin called, Brent would be at his door with some other trick to take the pain away.With something else to wipe the slate clean.
Delsin felt as if he was free during these times.
That’s all he ever wanted to be.“Brent,” he wheezed after a moment, “Am I supposed to feel this hot?” Wait, had they already addressed this? The sweat clung to his back and his neck and his mouth felt dry and he felt like he needed to drink at least a gallon of water to get all this water back in his system, “Because ‘m getting really hot. Will it pass?"
The older male looked at the younger one, as the warmth from the injection spread from his arm to the center of his chest and to the corners of his body that became his own private universe. Travelling at the speed of light and as slow as time can get, warping into something different, something he couldn’t put his finger on even if he tried. Brent tried so hard to answer back, telling his friend that he wasn’t hungry but his body was so focused on the high he couldn’t manage a damn thing. Breathing was the only thing on his mind and that’s all that mattered at this very moment. He had to remember how to breathe.
By the time he managed to shake his head no, Delsin had already started reaching for his phone, presumably to call the pizza place or Fetch. It didn’t matter, either one of them would bring them food and both of them would take their money from them with a cute grin on their face and a chuckle because that’s just exactly how his sibling was. It ran in the family.
"Dude, yeah.” The words took so long to get out of his mouth he almost completely forgot what they meant. The hot flash. “That’ll pass man. You just gotta let it…” If you give it enough time to do it’s thing… yeah… What was he talking about again? The confusion began to cloud his mind like a debilitating fog along with a growing feeling that what he just did was probably the best thing he’s done in a long while.
The last thing he deserved was to feel good, but here he was sitting on a couch and not regretting every single life decision he made since he first got hooked. Running away was the best decision ever when he was like this, who needed a home when the warmth of your own body would suffice. No more worrying about feeling like you’re freezing, there’s a roof over his head funded by breaking the law and the man he sat next to along with every other low life in this fucking hell hole of a city.
Brent was a god among the addicts, god made man in his own image right? A junkie to lead the rest. Straight into hell, stumbling down into the depths where they belong.
Feel like a king. Reign as a king.
Perfect.
