The apartment stunk of cigarettes, ashes and old alcohol that had been open too long and not thrown out. Garbage wasn’t an uncommon sight; it littered the floor like a multi-colored ocean of filth. Lighting the second cigarette in under thirty minute, Jiyong’s mind began to work against him.

It’s like nobody cares... he mused, taking a drag of the toxic fumes that filled his lungs with the sickening smoke that he had become too accustomed to. A flick of his finger sent the ashes to the tray that was too full already.

Perhaps nobody does. Putting out the cigarette, Jiyong took a pipe from his drawer and took a short hit of marajuana. The smokes effects didn’t take long to hit, the more he did it.

I don’t want to be alone. With that, Jiyong stumbled to the next room. He grabbed his wallet, his keys, and a flask of alcohol. The high from the drug clouded his mind and senses, yet there was a smile on his features. The worries from before were erased. All he wanted right then was to go see someone who was special to him. Someone who actually cared. Someone who would give him exactly what he needed.