he walked in on me shooting up again. my first time in 7 months. i had just finished. i could barely open my eyes. i was gone. tears were falling down my cheeks. but i wasn’t here. he licked my tears away. he licked the blood off my arm. he picked me up and walked me to the bed. he tied my wrists to the bed. he traced his fingers all over my body, painting me. he kept bringing me back. he bit me, my shoulders, my arms, my stomach, my thighs. i could barely breathe. my heart was beating so fast. i couldn’t open my eyes. he licked me all over. and entered me. he entered me, and i was here. he stroked my hair as he entered me and left me. all at the same time we became one. he choked me, and told me to look at him. i could barely open my eyes, but i tried. i watched him, he looks so good when he knows i am happy. he came inside me, and i wanted to die. this was too good, i couldn’t live through it. he untied my wrists, and left me. i was gone too.