Theorod cried until he was tired and quieted down, lying on the filthy floor in large letters, looking up at the leather ceiling, not knowing what he was thinking.

And several "drug friends" around him have long been accustomed to all kinds of strange reactions after taking drugs, so they have long been surprised. There was even a girl dressed as a punk who staggered up from the nested sofa and sat directly on Theorod's body with one step of her feet.

"Caitou, I'm going to make it with you today, come on, I'll get it for you first. She said as she unbuckled Theorod's belt.

Theorod finally put his godless eyes on the girl, staring at the ceiling. The thick smoky makeup couldn't hide her immature face, but she was like a woman standing on the street, her clothes were revealing and decadent, maybe because she had just gotten together and smoked, and the whole person looked languishing and a little crazy.

How old did she look? Maybe less than fourteen.

And he, this body, is only sixteen years old, and has become an "old poisonous ghost", skipping school with these fox friends all day long and soaking in this old house that has been abandoned for a long time and no one has demolished.

This is not the life he wants, although he has depression and maybe a split personality, but this does not mean that he will feel at ease and go on like this, living a chaotic life as a boy.

"No, Katerina," Theolod lay on the ground and didn't move, but one of his hands grabbed the girl's wrist, he lowered his eyes, and there was no look of boredom or disgust in his blue-green eyes, but with a hint of helplessness and tolerance, "I don't want to, and besides, this is not what you want." ”

He looked at her quietly like this, obviously he was just a teenager who was thinner than a girl now, but Caterina was somehow stared at a little timid by those extraordinarily calm and gentle eyes, and she could successfully rip off the other's pants when others pretended to push her hands away.

"Okay, whatever. She didn't know why she wanted to avoid those eyes, she always felt that Theorod, who was usually silent and obedient, suddenly something was not right, and Caterina, who was too lazy to think too much, just wanted to find someone to continue to be cool while the addiction was still over, so she got up and sat on the lap of another person, kissed the other person, and took off her clothes in public.

A hint of regret flashed in Theorod's eyes, and he stood up with his still somewhat drowsy head, dragged his tired body, and staggered to the door.

He thought that the children who were intoxicated with the needles on the ground would not notice his departure at all, but someone still found out, and the other party chased him out. Theolod glanced at him, he was the one who had accosted him at the beginning and called him Caitou, and the memory in his body told him that when he and his grandmother moved to this neighborhood, only this boy, who was two years older than him, took good care of him, stopped his bullies, and led him down the wrong path.

The nickname Caitou was first called out by him, because he was malnourished and very thin when he was a child, which made his head a little big, and it became more prominent after stepping on the road of no return, so he began to call him Caitou.

"Hey, Caitou, what's wrong with you, you wouldn't have cried so much even if you were high before, and don't you really like to do it with Caterina? ”

"No, Nattle. Nathaniel, whose real name was Nathaniel, was named Nathaniel when he heard that his devout Catholic mother had taken him as a gift from God, but he preferred to be called Nathaniel.

"Is it really okay?" Natel stared at Theolod suspiciously, he grabbed him by the shoulders and hugged him hard, "Man, I know you're strong, but we're brothers, aren't we? ”

"You're overthinking," Theolod glanced at the palm of his shoulder and smiled at Nattel, "I just don't want to go on like this, I want to live an ordinary life, but not this kind of 'ordinary' reads;." ”

"What?"

"I'm going to quit/detoxify, from now on. ”

"You're kidding, aren't you?" Nattel immediately laughed when he heard this, but he saw that Theolod's expression didn't look like a joke, so his face changed instantly, he directly pulled him aside, looked at the man squatting on the side of the street not far away and sucking big/numb, and said in a warning tone, "You're crazy, Theo, do you know what you're talking about? Don't say if it's that easy, once you quit, you'll become an outlier here, do you know the consequences?!"

Theorod knew what Natl meant. They live in a chaotic neighborhood that can be ranked in the United States, located on the border of North Las Vegas, Balzarave. and N.28thst., where most of them are black or Latino, every year, everyone has a 1/7 chance of being a victim of violence, and the death rate of the police in this place is also notoriously high, and many times the police don't want to care about this chaotic place.

People here seem to be born from the bottom of the social ladder, and no one cares if they are doing well or not, whether it is drug abuse or shootings, it is simply commonplace here. And there seems to be an unwritten rule among them, that is, if you suddenly change your ways, you are an outlier, you are the enemy of these scum.

So in this place, good people who are kind and well-behaved are not easy to survive.

Although in the eyes of other normal people, it is an extremely bad phenomenon for Natel to take the sixteen-year-old Theorod around to commit crimes and even take drugs, but here, Natel's approach is truly a manifestation of Theorod's goodness, and in order to survive, he must be a part of them, this is the reality.

And Natel did cover Theolod as if he were his brother.

If Theolod suddenly chooses to change his ways, then what awaits him is probably endless bullying, and even the elderly in his family will suffer.

"I know. "But will you be one of them?"

"Damn it, of course not, you're like my brother. ”

"Very well, and what I have decided will not change. I'll keep buying those things, but I'm not going to touch them, I'll sell them to you again. I won't be attending your meetings again, but I can have you come to my house to settle those powders and liquids as proof that I don't have the vows. Theolod said lightly, in the autumn night wind, he put his left glove into a thin pocket and stretched out his right fist, "Deal?"

“…… You're going to fucking kill yourself, and you're going to fuck me by the way!" Natel said, but he also reached out his fist and collided with Theolod, "but do you know how to do it? There's no damn person here who wants to quit, are you going to run to those gay doctors who always like to grope around on other people?"

"First of all, Natle, it was a formal physical exam, not homosexuality, and secondly, yes, I know what to do. Theolod said, following the alley in the direction of his apartment.

He happened to have played a similar role before, and for this reason, he had read a lot of information and been to the drug rehabilitation center too many times, and if it weren't for his psychiatrist and agent to stop him, I'm afraid he would have gone to the street to buy some powder and come back to try the feeling of being addicted to the point of forced quitting.

There are many ways to withdraw, the most common is natural withdrawal, as the literal sense of the word, natural withdrawal refers to the sudden interruption of all supplies, the patient is fed like any other normal person, and receive some family help, this method is the most economical, but it is all conscious, and it is also the most painful, especially when the seizure patient is tied to the bed.

Medication is also available, and the treatment time is a little longer. However, many drugs are actually another type of drug/product, which is addictive. It is clear that Theorod does not have that much money to afford the cost of drugs for a long time.

The best way is to go to a drug rehab because there are professional doctors and teams there, but, on the one hand, Theorod simply cannot afford the cost of the drug rehab center, and on the other hand, if he goes to the drug rehab center, it will let everyone here know that he has decided to turn back into a good boy.

Therefore, he finally chose natural withdrawal, and in order to reduce the danger to the body of the sudden termination and to prevent sudden death during the withdrawal process, he chose to slowly reduce the amount at the beginning until it was finally completely terminated.

In the past, Theolod's image of a painful and desperate drug addict made the public almost mistakenly think that he really experienced that pain, but it was all played by him, and at this moment, he will really experience that pain, but now his body is dependent on those things, not his spirit. As for him, he is also known for not being kind to himself.

When Theolod told his grandmother, who had long since died in his memory, he saw tears in her grandmother's eyes. She was happy with his decision, and just as she was saddened by Theorod's painful days to come. When she took him into her arms, Theolod used her acting skills to disguise the stiffness of her body.

It's been a long time since he's seen the grandmother who pulled him from childhood to adulthood, and in fact, he's even as old as her mental age.

However, the longing for his loved ones made Theolod's already old mind instantly turn into a helpless teenager, who hugged his grandmother's emaciated body tightly and wept silently, as if silently venting the pain of walking alone through the lonely years since his grandmother's death.

The next day, Theorod endured the restlessness in his body and chose only half of it.

Next is a quarter, an eighth...... After a week, he stopped taking the medication completely.

On the day he stopped, his body showed a withdrawal reaction.

He put himself in the room, rolling on the bed in agony, and in an instant his sweat soaked the entire sheets and covers. His whole body was trembling and moaning, as if he had been thrown into a hot pan of oil, and every minute and second became a torment, but he just bit the quilt and didn't say a word.

In the next second, a nausea welled up from the bottom of his heart made him immediately roll aside, tilt his head, and spit on his slippers. The vomiting emptied his entire stomach, even stomach acid.

He felt top-heavy and fell off the bed directly after vomiting, and he didn't care about the residue of his sweat-soaked hair, he lay on the ground, itching unbearably, but every time he moved, the muscles up and down his body were as sore as if they were knotted. Tears and snot poured out of his eyes and nostrils uncontrollably, he couldn't hear anything, he couldn't hear the rude crash of the door, he felt the qiē around him spinning and rolling, including his stomach.

But his eyes are clear, he knows exactly what he's doing, and no matter how much he gives, he'll keep doing it......

Half an hour later, just as Natel was about to bang on the door and stuff Theorodes with a large bag of powder, the door of his room was suddenly opened.

There was a foul sour smell in front of him, and Natel looked at the man standing in the doorway and gasped: "Damn, what the hell have you done to yourself?!Look at you, have you been fished out of the puddle and fallen into the vegetable bucket?!Oh wtf, are you having diarrhea?!"

"Normal withdrawal reaction, no big deal, now that it's over, I'm going to take a shower and tidy up the room. Theorod's voice was very weak, but his eyes were clear and firm, as if they contained infinite magic, and he froze in place.