Short Story About Drug Addiction

He sits in silence on the bathroom floor. He’s crying. The world hurts too much without it. He’s scratching his skin as the tears fall out, trying not to think about it. He desperately tries to reason with himself that he doesn’t need it. He cannot let himself go back to it. He scratches harder. He has to stop thinking about it. He tries to think about something, anything else. Suddenly he stops fighting it. He wants it, no, he needs it.
She too, sits in silence on the bathroom floor. She too, is crying. The world hurts too much without him. He was not particularly handsome, or funny or even smart. He wasn’t even nice to her. He sure as hell didn’t deserve her. And yet, there she was tears rolling down her face, quietly saying his name over and over again. She cannot let herself go back to him. She has to stop thinking about him. Suddenly, she also stops fighting. She wants him, no, she needs him.
He has an addiction. She has an addiction. Their addictions are very different, yet in their essence, almost identical. Their addictions control their lives. Unfortunately, they’re not the only ones. I too have an addiction and so do you.

No, I’m talking about something much more scary. Drug addiction, in all honesty, is not that scary. We are told from a young age that drugs are dangerous. We are warned that we will become addicted. We know that drugs are bad. Drug addiction is the least of our problems. But what about the addictions our parents never warned us about? What about the addictions we don’t even know are addictions? Our lives may unknowingly become reliant on something that may one day disappear without notice. That is beyond