The Addicts

through the crowded sidewalks, his eyes fixed on the pavement beneath his feet. The sounds of ca

le of thoughts, and his body ached with a dull, persistent pain. He crav

hed open the door and stepped inside, enveloped by the stale smell of smoke and chea

e asked, already pour

his dealer. He spotted a familiar face in the corner,

s heart racing with anticipation. The dealer handed him a sm

med to spin around him. Alex felt like he was drown

dio in a rundown building. The walls seemed to clo

king hand. He knew he was trapped in a vicious cycle, but he

e had once been a promising artist, with a bright future ahead of him. But

of his former self, a addict

t do it again, but the craving had become too much to bear. The familiar ritual

er him. The room began to spin, and Alex felt himself

ptier than before. He stumbled to the bathroom, catching a glimpse of himsel

ecent meal or gotten a good night's sleep. His addict

was a mess, with dirty clothes and empty food containers scattered everywher

bout his family, his friends, and the life he had left behind.

of his addiction. Alex knew he needed help, but he didn't know wher

s: sink further into the abyss or try to find a way out. But for now,