The first pill... Again

The first is the easiest, well it would be had this not been a relapse. Our hero forced down the white tablet  dreading the effects.
So it begins yet again, a life of dependency, a life dictated by a bottle of little white bastards.
"They'll make you feel normal" the voices echoed in his head. "normal? If being suppressed is normal, do I really want that?"

Gone are the highes, and with them the bottomless lows. All that remains is a shell of what once was, an emotional being no more. In the pursuit of normal, the sacrifice of unique was the blood debt.

This is day 1, and that was pill number 1

Like a pheonix

Again, again. Rise, rise

Through swirling smoke and crumbling ash, our hero steps out of the inferno. Walking once more looking back over the many moons that have passed. Here we see what could have been, what has been, and what is yet to come.

He has walked through fire and flames, walked with death as an old friend. Tears and blood have been shed, love was found and lost and found again.

He will walk another day, always another day.

The weight of the world dragging him down, yet he walks.

Still he walks.

The cold, the chill, the eternal ice

He lay curled up under his single duvet trying to make himself go to sleep. If only he could forget that it was freezing cold.
''why the fuck is it so cold'' he hissed into the darkness. Fumbeling around without a light he found the switch to a small bar heater. He turned it on and held his hands in front of it for a moment.
''i guess now I hope that thi little thing can warm this place up slightly''
and he rolled over to dream of his lover's soft skin and smooth curves...

The art of cold

As he lay in the semi lit room, he lay near thoughtless gazing not into but through the heater. While it hummed and gave off it's litlee bit of heat, the wind outside howeled and beat against the cottage .

He traced his fingers over the freshly drawn art that he now carries with him. The dark swirls helping calm a troubled mind.

Sleep. He must have it, or it will consume him...

As the sun sleeps..

As our hero lay in the dark, tired and worn out from the extreemly long mental battlefied that is work, he began to wonder of many strange things in the world around him. He also decided he wanted glofish as he has recentally discovered these genetic beauties.
The clock ticked over to 1:27am, he sighed as he remembered in seven hours he would have to start another 15 hour shift to meet the client's needs.
The nightly death was already entwining it's self around him, the darkness would take him soon....

He sat in his office waiting. His boss having ignored him for missing monday, and his collegues all in meetings. He would sit and wait.

his thoughts venture across to his lover and her worries for him. How he wish she wouldn't worry so much. He thought back to the adventures of the past weekend. ''What a fucked up trip that was, I think I'll wait before doing that again soon''

A message flashses apon his screen, rousing him from his dreams, his lover wishes to discuss the following weekend.

And so we run...

He sat in the office with a plan... He knew what must be done, regardless of the effect on everyone else. She had asked him to go away with her since she was leaving this weekend.
After much thought and planning, he was to go with. What would be better than a lustful weekend on desire and decadence in the middle of no where? It would just be them, and their thoughts.
"Perfect" He though, "Just perfect... Though I will need to leave work early on Friday"
This was the only problem that he could encounter. He had to be home by six o'clock the latest on Friday evening.

Now it was just the plan on how to achieve that?
"We will see.."