Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-3293219-20140509162816/@comment-3293219-20140511205243

Jaryl managed to find a bedroom of his own, there he closed the door behind him but forgot to lock it as he shuffled over to the bed and sat down, hunching over and closing his eyes as he reached into his pocket for some skooma...

All I ever do is fuck up... He thought, pressing the bottle against his lips and letting the moonsugar run down his throat. He began to drink from the bottle, letting it take hold of his senses as he was released from his depressed slump and began to feel elevated. He no longer wanted to resist, there was nothing in the world that made him want to stop...

He just kept drinking the skooma as it began to make him feel a form of joy, he felt unnaturally happy and to him, this was a good thing as he couldn't take the guilt anymore and he needed an escape. He fell back onto the bed, suckling away at the bottle and putting his number of days clean back to zero.