Prologue
The smell of cigarettes, crumbled-up bedsheets and an unknown dark room lit up by a candle. Its red-painted walls give off a creepy feeling, these are the only thing that I remember about the night I spent with that guy. He was 4 years older than me and probably in college from what I could tell from our conversation.
I was in school at that time, in my first year of high school, fresh 16. I was pretty much dying back then. My mom and dad had a major divorce and then she settled with my uncle in the next city. And my brother stayed with my dad to give him support. My brother used to study in a boarding school so we didn't get to spend much time with each other.
Despite all of this, I loved him the same as a dad. But I don't remember how everything changed. I became addicted to drugs to kill my loneliness at the age of 15.
At first, I used to ask for money from dad. Then, I used to save the money which he gave me and buy them. They used to come in a small pouch in any kind of shape I wanted. I used them to feel better, to feel whole, to feel content but it wasn't everlasting. It only stayed for a short period leaving me all empty.
