Strung Out

Plot: Christoff is a heroin addict that has the ability to materialize his hallucinations into the real world when he is under the influence. While Christoff is indifferent to his abilities he seems to get into all sorts of predicaments alongside his best and only friend Jonesy. The pinnacle point of there friendship is tested when Jonesy and Christoff is being chased by Mafia affiliated group for something Jonesy has seen. As Christoff is dazed and confused he is reluctant to help his friend given the circumstances.

Scene: The Beginning

“A dime.” “Forget it just give me a nick of black pearl then.” Click, the phone goes flying into the dark abyss of distressed room.
Christoff never made eye contact with the dealers that sold him death. Instead he would cloak himself with his hood and walk past them with the utmost speed and wander off into the dark horizon with his ever so precious black pearl. Had he not gone insane from his delusions, he was surely going to partake on the destination towards the loss of his sanity. As of late his high never seemed to go away. Everything that he saw in his hallucinations seemed to be directly intertwined with the real world. Things that would be out of place were in place or so he thought. Sometimes the world would diminish within his eyes and he would have to immediately calibrate his weary vision of the world with a dash of Diacetylmorphine. All was well as he floated by the sensuous sensations of his magnificent mere life.
As a degenerate vessel of life, viewed by the majority of the public that surrounded Christoff he had but one friend, Jonesy, who was incredulous to the fact that Christoff saw the many things that he did. Sometimes Jonesy even thought that he himself was fictive form of life, whose only purpose was to accompany Christoff. All the nights that passed Christoff were dreary and full of despair, not his but others that had something worth to despair. He lived accordingly to the blotch of strings that weaved life. He was memorized by the simplicities of things, which sometimes took the persona of something difficult and intangible. As he walked the endless blocks Jonesy would step in from the shadows and accompany him. Sometimes Jonesy teased Christoff about his appearance and wit. Christoff shrugged these things of easily as they seem to have little to no affliction within soul.
Numbness grew like growth inside the inside of his insides. “Listen I was thinking, how about you lay off the stuff for awhile and see where it takes you” “No I don’t think so” “Well why not Christy hmnn?” “There’s never a season to, it’s just but a stimulant ineffective to things that surround me, it just turns and churns me, but only me” “Well what about me I’m the uncooperative passenger that takes deep spills here and there for the occurrences in your bleak and distasteful life”. “Oh worry not my dear friend lets just exist”. “You know Christoff you really like that pathetic dark persona don’t you? Where are the rainbows and ponies huh?” “…humph”.