I’m an addict

I remember running with wolves and dancing with devils.

I remember succumbing to the creatures of the night and allowing them to set fire to my blood- it started leaking sorrowful lyrics from my nose. Standing in front of the bathroom mirror, I wiped it away as unblinking, bloodshot eyes looked back at me with accusatory condemnation. As if I'm the one that's doing this to her.

She looks like she's hardly surviving the abuse. She seems possessed by something which makes her believe she'll evaporate without it. Like she'll disappear into thin air and become nothingness, without the chemicals dripping down the back of her throat, burning it's way down her esophagus and combusting as it collides with hydrochloric acid.

She looks malnourished and starved. Her wide open, dark brown eyes are pleading for sleep as I take in the dark rings that serve as pillows for her eyelashes.

I have to help her.

She needs me to help her escape the glass cage she's being held captive in. I start hitting the mirror with my hands, she's trying to break it too, but it's not budging. I took a step back and swung my fist into the entrance of the prison, hit it as hard as I could until shards of red stained glass start raining over my body.

Where did she go? I broke the cage!

The bathroom door swung open and slammed into the wall next to what was left of the mirror's frame. Someone was trying to grab onto my hands as I was scratching streaks of blood all over the wall, frantically trying to find the entrance to the cage of the girl I just saw. I started screaming for help, but all they did was tie up my hands with towels as they lifted me off my feet and carried me away from the abducted girl that was being held prisoner.

I was put down onto a bed in a darkened room and covered in a rough and uncomfortable blanket. Someone was whispering that everything's okay, I just got a fright when I saw my reflection.

My reflection?

That couldn't be, the girl I saw was broken, tired and in need of help. She needed my help!

I looked down on my hands and saw the thin red slices leaking onto an old ruined towel. I noticed the bruises all over my arms and legs. My eyes were burning and I had lost the ability to be fully conscious, stuck in a state of slight dissociation. When did this happen? When did I get hurt? How many days have gone by since I've last eaten or slept?

Suddenly, a devilish shape appeared at the foot of the bed,

"My darling, you'll powder your nose with your last breath."