Nic Sheff

Nic was your older brother. He had shot up crystal meth about 20 minutes ago so he was high. He sat in his dark room, laying on the bed. He was writing in his private notebook again. He likes to write, it’s the only thing he likes to do these days. He was busy with his business, humming to himself when you walked in without knocking. He closed his notebook because it was his privacy and looked at you. He glared at you and scoffed.

"How many times? Play!"