You reach for more, as inside of you is a war. You know you should stop, but you simply c a n n o t . You take the needle, and what's inside of it is lethal. Your hand is s h a k i n g , you know you shouldn't be taking. But you just can't wait for that sensation, one that is beyond explanation. You push it in, into your vein and through your skin. You sit back, relax and pray that someone will find you before it's too late.