Minos Vallanso D5 (Done!Cb 3/5)

Drugs. They were the only thing important to him. Addiction. That's what his life came down to. Addiction to getting a high. Drugs were the easiest way to the high he wanted, but sometimes Minos had to do what he had to, to get a high. Thieving, murdering, and assaulting. These were things that gave him highs. A bad boy with a bad addiction to that high. Cigarettes and alcohol were only for his amusement. An amusement that he held when the high was gone. Mood swings causing him to be violent. The drops were the worst. His parents tried to make him quit, but the drug had other ideas. All that was left was a smirk and a home on the road with the little amount of items he owned.

"Minos!" The voice was calling out to him again. The worst of him was coming and all he wanted to do was ignore it and rip his hair out, but the addiction always wins. Minos was weak. Always had been. A weak kid from the beginning. There was no addiction during then. His parents loved him and Minos loved them. Then addiction hit after his first try. A downhill slide and that's how he got to the slippery slope of getting a high feeling. The voice continued, "Minos. Get some more." Minos always listened. He couldn't break the curse. The curse that made his life a lonesome one. A lonesome life that was his curse. Minos Vallanso was a lonely boy with no one, but himself. The boy was a criminal. Breaking in to homes to steal precious items to sell for drugs. Drugs were the reason his life was a living nightmare. And Drugs would be the end of him. Or so he believes. This was the life of Minos Vallanso, the lonesome boy with a high problem.