Snippet #1598358

Donovan looked at the female as she walked into the room and laid down, not thinking much of it, just another person in the world the lived in. Though, as she spoke to him he nodded once, "yes, i'm a druggie. Doesn't it sound fun," he asked sarcastically with a chuckle. Though as she asked if he came there willingly or not he gave a slight sigh. "I came here willingly, sort of," he said, pausing for a moment to think on it for a second, "i guess you could say i did, though i'm not very positive that they will be able to help me."

He knew he should be more optimistic, but part of him still didn't want the addiction to go away, and that just so happened to be the side of him that was out at the moment. It was the one thing that had held him back from getting help before, that part of him that wants the addiction, it always held him back, until now; but even now he found it hard to want to get over it.