Addict

‘No worries,’ Angelia replied casually, ‘Your mind seems preoccupied right now. I’ll fill you in after you’ve had a break.’ With that, Angelia left the consultation room and headed to the pharmacy. Her fists were clenched so tightly that her nails bit into her palms, but this pain was nothing compared to what she’d endured. Memories of those painful days flooded back, and Angelia couldn’t help but hug herself, trembling as if she’d been plunged into icy water. She crouched down against the medicine cabinet, her eyes filled with fear. She felt a terrible mix of emotions – hatred, helplessness, and hurt. It was as if she were a beached fish gasping for air, a voice in her head screaming for something to fill the void. Suddenly, Angelia rose from the floor, her palm gripping the cabinet of controlled drugs. Through the glass, she gazed at the tightly regulated medications – substances so addictive that they could turn someone into an addict with just one use. Angelia’s body felt empty, as