The boy clutched at rock like he did his life, till the bitter end, but in the end he gave out like we all do. We let go, give way to the torrent. Even the innocent get corrupted by drugs.
The boy was so innocent, so sweet then he gave in to drugs an gone was the spark replaced by a deep loathing for everything. Gone was his bright eyes and easy smile replaced by a deep scowl and troubled eyes.
He did not want this, this dangerous addiction that nothing could cure, he was alone no matter what his family said. They knew nothing of his suffering, his curse.
He couldn’t take it, it was all too much. He replace his fear of death with a fear of living. He’d changed, his curse caused this. The drug he took was all it took to drive him to let go of his rock, give in to the torrent and end it all.