he was hiding dark like me. with glimpses of shimmer from an unexpected moment; like smoke billowing in and out from a fire in the distance. dense and thick like walking through an extreme fog so thick you could grab it. The true color of smoke not too dark; not too light but the perfect shade of in between....

Atlas was not the type to do drugs let alone take Acid. And through the eyeball at that. A single drop of acid to the eyeball was enough to give this man that has always carried himself in a sober “Pikey” Brad Pitt in “Snatch” by Guy Richie its a throwback gotta see it.

Atlas was very much like Brad Pitts character. Mickey. This kid was always down for a fight, and had yet to lose one at least no...

I hurriedly shoved the IV in her vein there was no time to put it in the bag let alone a pill, the Heparin should be working soon. We should see a change any second; it got worse. There was blood everwhere. I saw Dr. Bigelow glance at the tray next to me, I saw the look in his eyes and knew before he had the composure to ask me. By then I had grabbed the vial off of the tray nearly breaking it in...