Open RP, anyone is free to interact.
tw for substance mention, depressive themes, suicidal ideation
no pressure tags:
@dietcokemara @ptmcsprincess @personalowl @rowan-after-dark @urcoolestdoc
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Milo took in a deep breath, letting it go he watched the wisps of smoke pour out into the night air outside his window. The tip of the joint in his hand burned a dull light over his hands, the ash having scattered itself on his windowsill. Something he’d sweep into the soil of his plants later.
His eyes sagged with exhaustion, reaching up a hand to rub the salted crust from his eyes. Now not just red from the marijuana. He had played with the idea of a strip tease. Tumbling down the stairs to his local den of sin to let himself be mentally displaced just that much more. Though the idea of scrubbing glitter off his thighs later sounded like much too much work. You had to be awake to cover your tracks, not passed out in a ditch somewhere like Milo was planning to be.
Ambulances flashed their lights as they raced by his window, the red and blue illuminating his worn frame as they drove past. He could barely hear their sirens over the deafening sound of his own thoughts.
He took in one more long drag before putting the still smoldering joint out. Making sure the burn mark stayed low on his hip as always. The stinging brought him back to his senses just enough to stumble his way over to his door. Grabbing his keys and his phone before locking his house. His cat was fed, his plants had been watered.
The hospital wasn’t too far of a trek from his house. The roof was just a short hike. Just some fresh air to clear his mind. Just like everyone else did on their bad days.
