WARNING: This story contains drug abuse and violence, I am not promoting drugs nor violence, and I haven't and never will do them. This is an experiment and I've done my research on drugs. Intended for mature audiences. This is a new side to Nessie that I haven't really seen/read before, so I decided to write it instead. If this is to much for you to handle already, then you can leave if you wish, just leave a review telling me you dislikes. It would be greatly appreciated. If you are intrigued in this story, review and tell me your likes & dislikes. It would help, a lot. Intended for mature audiences.

Nessie's POV-

Anticipation.

Joy.

Obviation.

Euphoria.

Dizziness.

Headaches.

Muscle sore-ness.

Flu like symptoms.

I smiled, knowing what was coming next. It was just so good, until the end. Then you had to do it again, and you felt better.

I used to be a clean little girl;

Nice.

Friendly.

Outgoing.

Happy.

You know, the all around average happy kid, well I grew up and realized there's more to this place called Earth;

Things like weed, alcohol, heroin, sex, money . . . the list goes on.

I didn't understand at first, but then I realized how great those things were.

That weed makes you feel good,

Alcohol just numbs you, numbs you so much that you're so numb . . . that you can't even tell he's gone.

Heroin makes you happy and calm, you forget where you are and what you are.

Sex just give you this desire, where you are wanted and needed by someone else that isn't him.

Money buys you happiness.

Guns are the coolest things invented.

And violence, well let's just say it makes you have a rush of confidence, like you can do anything.

"Hey, want another hit?" Jen said with her blue eyes wide, I smiled slowly and asked for my personal syringe. I injected the heaven into my vein and let out a sigh,

Fucking bliss, I rolled my shoulders and slumped against the couch in her tiny apartment.

"Feel great, huh?" She asked, I could hear the smile in her voice distantly. I opened my eyes and looked at her with a lazy smile forming on my lips.

"Mmhmm," I replied and closed my eyes again.

I saw myself on a cloud looking happy - go - lucky. I laughed and let my mind wander . . .

Suddenly her door flung open and in came Police holding there guns up.

"Police! Put your hands where we can see them!" One guy shouted. I laughed and held my hands up.

"Jenny, are these the guys you called for me?" I said while giggling,

"I'm sorry Nessie, but I couldn't stand to see you like this. You need to get clean." She said sincerely, I shot up off the couch and looked at her then to the cops. Everything just became clear.

Jenny fucking ratted me out.

I felt my self start to go numb, and I began shivering. I fell to the wood floor and felt my body convulse, Then my eyes rolled to the back of my head and everything went dark . . .

If this is to much for you to handle after reading this prolgue then you can leave if you wish, just leave a review telling me your dislikes. It would be greatly appreciated. If you are intrigued in this story, review and tell me your likes & dislikes. It would help, PS. This is a rewrite.