Day 3 - Mid morning - part 2

A vile furry beast with teeth rises and chews up my insides. Talking to people is like banging your head against a wall. A wall that's covered with spikes.

Hot poison runs through my veins. It's almost exhilerating. The sweats begin again and there's madness in my eyes. The clammy hand of addiction has me by the neck but despite the torments I think I'm laughing because I know his tricks and how to beat them.