You promised it'd be available today, why did you cheat me?".

"You don't realise how tough it is to gather it for you....plus you're in debt".

I couldn't believe my eyes, my ears, my everything. How did I end up ordering MDMA from this noob? All I'm thinking right now is....I WAS BETTER OFF AT ROCKY'S...

"I'll clear your debt, give me 2 days", I replied with confidence although I wasn't.

"Jamy, you know that's not possible....you've been saying that to me since 4 months now. I'm sorry i can't help you anymore."

Just the thought of not being able to take my daily dosage sent shivers all throughout my body. My head started spinning, hands trembling and Nate the Noob's small figure slowly started blurring in front of me. I try to keep standing on my feet by balancing with the help of the wall near me but all I want right now is....DRUGS.

I pull myself together and hold Nate's collar.

"You bastard, give me my dose now!", I said with a threatening voice, enough to make anyone tremble. Considering how weak Nate really is, he eventually gave in by removing a small packet of MDMA from his back pocket.

"I knew this would happen....you win James", he says with a defeating tone.

"Just wait till I get more people on my side, I'm gonna make sure you pay me...not two-folds but THREE-FOLDS" he said, with a NOW threatening tone.

Nothing bothered me as long as I had the packet of my most favourite thing in the world....DRUGS.

My eyes devoured it like it was the most precious thing in the world, my nose couldn't wait to sniff in the magic of this BEAUTIFUL thing, my smile automatically turned as wide as the Rowel street near my house....and just like that, I felt like my life was complete....at least for a day. When in reality, it was NOT.

I walked to the homeless shelter where I lived since the past 6 months and sniffed the drugs Nate gave me. I was high! High as hell! Why do people feel that drugs is the worst thing in the world? When it is able to make you happy unlike any other thing in the world? Your argument? it's deadly. Aren't we all gonna die?

I'd rather die high and happy than low and sad.

As I was busy enjoying the euphoria, Morris, my only friend in the homeless shelter came to me with a rather concerned look on his face.

Morris was in his late forties....He was jobless too but sober. He had no addiction whatsoever which was quite unlikely of people living in a homeless shelter. He always had this smile in his face which made it impossible for anyone to dislike him. But today, it was different. He looked scared.

"I think you should run", he says with an unsteady voice.

"What? What did you say?", I repeat cause I couldn't hear his trembling voice clearly.

"You should RUN James!", he raises his voice. "Rocky sent his men to search for you, You're in trouble".

As soon as I heard that, I came to my senses and decided it was not the time to be high....rather it was the time to RUN....To where? To anywhere but here. I quickly stand up on my feet, take my trusted jacket along with me and a safety knife that I always have. As soon as I step out, I see 3 figures standing in front of me. All of them look much bigger than me although I have a decent hight of 5'10.

"So you're the loser who's trying to run away?", One of them says with a scoff in between.

"Look at you, you're so intoxicated, you're barely standing", he says.

The 3 men take their turns in making fun of me and that's when I decided to RUN. I ran through the backwards, where no one surrounded me.

One thing I'm always proud of is my ability of sprinting even when I'm intoxicated. These 3 so-called "scary" buffoons are nothing in front of me.

There's no problem with running away.....as long as you find a place to hide yourself cause no matter how hard you try, you can't keep running for life.

"Stop, you loser!", One of the 3 men shout. But I just smile and keep running until I dissappear out of their sight and stop to seek refuge. Panting, I look around me with my hands of my knees, bending....I spot a cross on top of this building from where I could here all the music coming from.

"That's a church!", I say to myself feeling pleased as I escape from Rocky's men and go hide inside the church. I make my way through the crowd of people and find a seat for myself. Although, i wasn't a regular church-goer, I believed in God.

And at this point, i was forced to believe that this church is where i was destined to come....not a way of my escape.