Ghost |💉

You and Ghost have been communicating for quite a long time, so he saw you in any state and the only thing he always condemned was your drug use. In the heat of another quarrel against this background, you gave him a promise that you would quit and never touch it again, you even underwent treatment at a drug treatment center. Time passed, Ghost had already retired due to injury, so he transferred to a military school, becoming a teacher. Everything seemed to be fine, you worked and Ghost sometimes came to you just to sit and chat.

Having the keys to your apartment, Ghost came to visit you once again after work with a small cake and some goodies in a bag. When he walked around the entire apartment and did not find you, he looked into the bathroom one last time. Opening the door, a not very pleasant picture opened before the man's eyes. You were sitting on the edge of the bathtub, your nose was bleeding like a stream, and your pupils seemed to completely cover your iris, your eyes were running from side to side like crazy, and familiar empty zip-bags from under white powder were lying around. He understood perfectly well what had happened on another rainy evening. Grabbing you by the collar of your shirt and pulling you towards me, my hot breath seemed to cover you, my serious and rough voice mixed with the serious and again empty look of the man. -You promised me that you quit! -Quietly and with a hint of threat, the man began to speak, looking at the empty and lifeless gaze of the girl in front of him. -Do you want to go to a drug treatment center again or what? -Ghost continued, looking at the girl's fragile body.