Everybody knows that a drug addict slowly builds a tolerance for whatever it is they take, they end up needing more and more to achieve that same high that they once got from just a small amount. What people don't realise is that it's the same with adrenaline.
You have your common 'adrenaline junkies' - those who go skydiving and watch scary movies for their hits - but nobody ever realises you can build up a tolerance for adrenaline too because only a very small amount of people are truly addicted to it.
The people that experience this addiction tend to need to go to more extreme measures to get that high. These measures range from vandalism to theft, from fighting to murder. They usually get caught and imprisoned because like I said, they're only doing it for the rush, they don't care about the actual crime they commit.
The most dangerous person is one that is addicted to this natural high and have a reason for the crime they commit. People like me. We're good at what we do and it makes us feel a way we wouldn't without it.
I always thought nothing could compare to this high and that it would forever be my favourite sensation but then I built up my tolerance and I haven't been able to feel this way in forever. There's nothing I can do that creates a big enough adrenaline surge for it to even make a hint of an impact. Now I'm left with withdrawal.
It's not like a normal withdrawal though, I don't have the shakes, I'm not vomiting. I can still function. In a way it's the healthiest addiction a person could have.
What I do have is a feeling of numbness and emptiness, like a gaping hole in my body that can no longer be filled. This is why I'm stood now gathering a bottle of vodka, all the weed in my possession and a couple white baggies I nicked from the supply in one of the storage rooms of the main house.
I stuff it all in my black rucksack and shove on my converse before checking my apartment is locked up. I make my way down the stairs as I pull on my old, scruffy plaid green jacket.
After our task, Zayn drove us back to the main house and we dropped every thing off with the correct people. He hounded me the whole way home about my 'mood', I still don't see how I had a 'mood' but he was very adamant that I did.
I managed to persuade him to leave me alone by just saying it was girl problems. It's my go to for getting out of situations involving men, they get uncomfortable and leave asap.
I smile to myself, remembering the look on his face when I brought it up as I walk through the lobby of my apartment block. It's nowhere special but it does have 24 hour security and my mail doesn't get stolen, small wins I guess.
I plod down the steps outside the front door but abruptly smash into a hard body, almost landing on my ass. Their hands grab me before I fall so I cling onto them.
"What the fuck?!" I yell as I balance myself and move away from whoever it was.
"We need to talk," a familiar voice says, urging me to look up. I'm met with none other than Zayn Malik, I finally thought I was going to have some peace, but no.
"Well I'm just on my way out," I grumble at him but he grabs my forearm and drags me to his car anyways.
"Hey! You can't just kidnap me Zayn!" I yell but he just scoffs and keeps pulling me.
He opens the door and I slide into the passenger seat like he wants me to. It doesn't take long until he's sat beside me speaking once more, "your 'lady problems' are bullshit."
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Adversity ~ H.S.
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