the corner. The addict stumbled towards it and collapsed onto it, feeling a sense of relief wash over them. They knew that they had made a mistake by using drugs, but right now, all they wanted was to escape from their reality for just a

The heroin addict stumbled through the alleyway, clutching their stomach in pain. They had been using drugs for years and tonight was different. Tonight, they needed a fix. As they walked down the street, they passed by a group of young people who were laughing and joking with each other. The addict felt a pang of jealousy and envy, wishing that they could be part of that group instead of being alone on the streets. Suddenly, the addict's eyes caught sight of a white trash bag lying on the ground. Without thinking twice, they reached into it and pulled out a bottle of whiskey. They unscrewed the cap and took a long swig, feeling the alcohol burn down their throat. As they continued to walk down the street, they stumbled upon an abandoned building. Without hesitation, they climbed through a broken window and found themselves in a dark room filled with discarded furniture and trash. The walls were covered in graffiti and there was no furniture besides a mattress in