#analogbmic

-;{"could be better, anon"};- jeremy muttered, his eyes looking straight ahead into the darkness. his mouth seemed to dripped down, not like drool or anything but his actual skin dripping like liquid, his hand pressed against his chest. Feeling his uneven heart beat going, his eye let off a bright glow. he was standing in the middle of a pitch dark room, to the point where the place around him looked like it had a static overlay to it. a spilled bottle of pills that had a label with "squip" over them layed open and scattered on his bed side counter.

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-;{"does what hurt, anon?"};- jeremy answered, unsure of what he was being asked. his head tilting to the side a little as his expression twisted with a sense of confusion. - ? and not like he wasn't hurting, everything hurted... his body was sore as hell and if that wasn't enough the "prescribed" pills he was given only make him come back and all he seems to do is cause him pain. he already feels guilty enough for the things he was forced to do .. he did, but he was getting off track with his thoughts he had to answer questions.