Description
[Intoxicate is discontinued as of now. I will rewrite it in the future.] "Trust can be toxic. You, of all people, should know that." -x- "The condition I have isn't some normal disease or defect. I don't know what it is. I just... woke up one day, and I was like this. I can recall a few things from beforehand. Playing in the woods, my parents watching from the side. The explosion, the explosion that, surprisingly, didn't destroy my eardrums. Screams, screams of pain. From me, my parents. And then... nothing. One thing I do know: my eyes weren't glowing green beforehand. That's a new thing. I mean, kind of cool, not gonna lie, but also a bit inconvenient when I'm trying to not be seen in the dark. And I could sleep. It felt good to sleep, to rest. To not vomit acid blood every five minutes when I'm trying to stay still. To not always feel this endless fatigue that I know will never go away. I miss those days. But I can never go back." - Anatox -x- !DISCLAIMER! This story may contain or depict themes unsuitable for some audiences, such as drug usage/abuse, heavy blood/gore, smoking, SH, su*cidal thoughts, and hallucinations/insanity, among others. Reader discretion is advised.
Prologue
