His INTOXICATION

His head is filled with intoxicating fumes...

Once was a sweet kid, now a walking DISASTER

He taps his pencil nervously on the desk, sweat dripping from his pours...

NO WAY TO EXCAPE

..from the nightmare...which lays in the sweet powder...in his pocket...easy to grab..

He dug his nails into his skin. Red spots of blood appeared...He pulled at his hair violently...cloths feeling to fucking tight...

"How did I get into this?" He thought.

[It's all your fucking fault, you piece of shit!]

He bit his lip with anger. Drawing more blood...

[You think making yourself bleed will save you, boy! Theirs nothing that can help you now...but of course the sweet drugs can...]

Oh dear, next morning newspaper cover. Look, your picture is on it.

" BOY OVERDOSES IN SCHOOL BATHROOM. KILLS HIMSELF"

Titled " His INTOXICATION

[It's all your fucking fault, you piece of shit!]