vindicta {five} fin

A month after Jasper died, I started abusing morphling. My usually pale brown skin turned a light yellow color, and my eye's started sagging. You could easily tell I was a junkie. My hair started to fall out a couple months after I started using. My long dark brown locks fell out of my head. I didn't want to look worse than I already did. I met a guy who gave me a couple wigs. Wigs that were close to the former hair. 

My parents knew what I was doing. And the whole time, they didn't once tell me to clean up my act. They just watched me ruin myself. I saw the looks in their eyes. They wanted to help me, but they were afraid of what I might do. I was never a violent child, but when I started using, I started to lash out. Hallucinations that made me think I was getting attacked, or it was the day of Jasper's funeral. 

My friends told me to get my ass off the floor. Jasper meant something to them too, but they didn't fall through the trapdoor. I did. They saw the transformation morphling had on me. My hair fell out, my eyes started sagging, my skin turned a sickly yellow, I lost a lot weight. I looked like I haven't eaten for weeks. 

My regular bubbly personality turned sour and moody. I was a great student. I had good grades, almost never missed school. My teachers said I would have a bright future, whatever is the brightest in the disgusting world in which we live. In which kids have to kill each other. I started to skip school, staying home, or walking around the district, wondering what the hell to do with my life.