Addiction: A One-Shot

Addiction: A One-Shot

Silver.

Silver's a metal, a color, a light gray.

Silver's the color of rain clouds, or what you stare at on the bars, on a wall, in a prison.

Silver was tormented.

Tormented by this power.

Tormented by the loss of her sister.

Tormented by this addiction to her power, tormented by how slowly she got more and more insane, tormented because no one else understood her pain.

Tormented because of her past.

Tormented because of the present.

Tormented because of what would come if she used it.

As the she-cat ran through the rain, sobbing, her tears splashed on the ground, unnoticed by others.

Tormented because of how much of a drug it was...

Tormented by the addiction.

She ran into an alleyway, and sat down, soaking wet, crying.

Tormented by the knowledge that until the day she died, it would haunt her forever.

They say you can get over a drug, that it just takes time...

...but they've never seen me.

How can you stop an addiction when it's a part of you?