I hadn't thought of this since I had never touched this kind of thing before, but just now my mind flashed.

I haven't used anything like that, but some of the bastards we've used it together, and I've seen what it looks like when people get addicted and don't have the money to buy anything.

His face was pale, he was sweating profusely, his body was shaking, he was anxious and irritable, his eyes were red, his saliva was dripping, and sometimes he couldn't even control himself from harming himself.

Isn't that look very similar to my current symptoms?

I knew that this moment would come sooner or later, but I didn't expect it to come so quickly, and at this time, I couldn't control the fear in my heart.

The bastard who was with us before ended up miserable, once he was addicted, and he had no money, but he couldn't stand the torture of the addiction, so he took a knife and wanted to go out to grab money, and was finally shot dead by the police.

That's an iron-clad man, when he fights with someone, he doesn't snort even if he is slashed, and he doesn't frown, that is a living Zhang Fei, and standing there is a terrifying type.

But even such a man can't stand that kind of torture, can I really resist the past?

I didn't have any confidence in myself at all.

Now my sanity hasn't been completely eroded by that addiction.

I knew I had to let no one see what I was like, especially the doctors, who were so experienced that they might be able to tell what was going on with me.

Ellie also realized immediately, and her face instantly turned pale.

"That'...... What then?" said Ellie, with a hint of crying.

"Buy me a cigarette, buy a fire, go. I said to Ellie.

Pursing her lips, Ellie wiped tears from the corners of her eyes, and rushed out of the hospital room.

As for me, I was curled up in the corner of the toilet, dirty or not, with my back against the cold wall, my head tilted to one side, my legs stretched flat on the tiled floor.

The eyes are slightly squinting upwards.

On the top of the toilet, the white energy-saving lamps emitted a misty glow, and in my eyes, the light seemed to become a little distorted, like poisonous snakes, opening their mouths and trying to bite my neck.

I shook my head violently, I knew it was all hallucinations, hallucinations, all fake, all fake......

However, the scenes that appeared in front of me made my body tremble constantly.

I saw that the roof seemed to be twisted and overlapped, as if it was going to collapse overhead at any moment.

It was a very large bathroom, but the walls around me seemed to be constantly squeezing against me, and the ceiling above me was constantly falling, leaving less and less room for me to breathe.

I couldn't help but let out a muffled grunt of pain, holding my head in my hands, my teeth clenching at each other, so hard that blood oozed from my gums.

At that moment, the door opened, and Ellie walked in with a cigarette in her hand, and when she saw me like this, she was startled and threw herself at me, asking loudly how I was.

Resisting the urge to howl, I turned around and snatched the cigarette and lighter from Ellie's hand.

Then I said to Ellie, you go out first.

Ellie kept shaking her head, holding me with both hands, even trying to lift me up from the ground.

The way I am now, I can't even compare to the beggars on the roadside.

My throat squirmed, and I felt a tyrannical feeling deep in my heart that was constantly surging upward, and what I didn't want in my heart was to push Ellie away.

Caught off guard, Ellie sat down on the ground and looked at me dumbfounded.

I regretted it a little in my heart, but I was immediately filled with the tyranny in my heart, and I stretched out my hand and pointed outside: "Out...... Get out, get out quickly, guard the door, don't let people in, get out......"

Ellie had tears in her eyes, staring at me and shaking her head, even trying to climb up to the ground.

I felt the deepest suppressed fire in my heart burning violently, and I pushed Ellie again, and Ellie's body was pushed upside down, and her head hit the wall.

I just pointed out the door and kept whispering, "Get out...... Get out, get out, get out. ”

Ellie pursed her lips and looked at me with tears in her eyes, and then the tears could not hold back any longer, rolled down her eye sockets, and then sobbed, Ellie slammed open the bathroom door and ran out.

Just after Ellie ran out, I looked down at the cigarette in my hand, and with trembling fingers tore open the box outside, and took out a pack.

Now my fingers are shaking, and I can't even pinch the small package inside.

I couldn't get it open, and I became more and more agitated, and almost with a very violent method, I forcibly tore open the soft box, and the cigarettes inside were scattered on the dirty floor.

And I, as if I had become a man who had finally found water in the desert, greedily stretched out my trembling fingers, picked up a cigarette and put it to my mouth.

Let's get it...... The lighter kept hitting for I don't know how many times, and finally it did, and I couldn't feel any pain even when it burned my fingers.

As soon as I lit it, I inhaled very hard, hard, and inhaled it directly to the low, and a cigarette burned directly to the half.

A little red starlight shimmered before my eyes.

The extremely thick smoke got into my mouth, then I swallowed it, and it seeped into my lungs.

The strong feeling of suffocation and the choking smell made me cough violently, and my throat was full of hot pain.

But that strong feeling of suffocation offsets a lot of the painful taste of addiction.

Then I hurriedly took another bite, smoked the remaining half, and then took the next one.

One after another, and one after another.

I don't know when, the bathroom has been completely filled with countless smoke, and the strong smell of smoke exudes a strange stench.

As the minutes ticked by, I felt like my body was jolting in the sea.

The strong feeling of addiction in my body is getting stronger and stronger, like a tsunami, trying to break me down again and again.

I even felt as if there were countless ant caterpillars crawling around my body, and my whole body was covered with unbearable itching, and I scratched hard, scratching my skin, leaving blood marks on my body.

At the beginning, I was desperate for smoking, and I could barely rely on the feeling of suffocation to resist the taste of addiction, but the effect of the gradual smoke was no longer good.

One was no longer enough, so I began to smoke two, three, four sticks into my mouth together, my eyes did not know if it was smoked by the smoke or caused by physical discomfort, tears kept sliding down my face, mixed with snot and saliva, and flowed down my chest.

In the mirror, I was the most embarrassed moment of my life.

I felt like my consciousness was getting weaker and more cloudy.

At this moment, I finally understood what kind of pain the eldest brother was suffering at that time, and I finally understood why one of our younger brothers was pressed to the ground and beaten by the eldest brother when he wanted to suck this thing, and almost broke his arm.

The big brother took a knife, pointed it at us, and told us that whoever dared to get infected with that kind of thing, he would chop it up!

Because, that taste is so uncomfortable, he knows it, so he doesn't want us to go his way.

I was almost overbearing, and a suffocating roar kept coming from my throat.

Just a second before I felt my consciousness dissipate, I suddenly grabbed the cigarette in my mouth, and the still burning cigarette butt pressed directly against my wrist, so hard.

I pressed it desperately, as if I wanted to press the burning cigarette butt into my skin.

The burning cigarette butt was extinguished by my skin, and the burning pain stimulated my nerves violently.

I'm going to endure this once!