I Became the Drug-Addicted Childhood Friend Chapter 0

When I was a kid, I used to be scared of needles.

Actually, I still am.

Who in their right mind would enjoy having sothing sharp jabbed into their body?

But there’s no other way around it.

There aren’t many options when it cos to taking dication.

I angled the needle and stuck it into my bandaged arm.

“Ugh.”

I can never get used to stabbing myself with a needle.

After giving myself the shot, my mind montarily went blank.

[8 hours]

A small screen popped up in the corner of my vision.

It ant I could stay sowhat sober for the next eight hours.

[7 hours 59 minutes]

There goes a minute.

My mind feels foggy.

Who the hell lives with this kind of tir floating in front of their eyes?

You’d have to be completely insane to tolerate this.

Well, I guess it makes sense in a world like this one—a fictional one.

It's similar to those RPG protagonists who always have their status window popping up.

“Nice.”

The shot’s effects started kicking in, and I felt... better.

My mind cald down. As long as I had the drugs, I could keep going.

Being healthy feels pretty damn good.

It’s clear when I think about how awful I felt before I took the shot.

What happens when the drugs run out?

I’ll worry about that when the ti cos.

If I can still think, that is.

So of the dications don’t even require injections.

I can just swallow them like pills.

In ergencies, they give around 15 minutes of extra ti.

So, as long as I keep a few ergency pills on hand, I can manage to leave the house.

“Not bad.”

I smiled at my reflection in the mirror.

The girl in the mirror, with brown hair falling to her shoulders, smiled back.

Her na is Yoo Seo-Ah.

She looks about middle school age and is... pretty decent-looking, I guess.

Her clothes are a bit dirty, though—that’s a problem.

The mirror is cracked.

It got that way the last ti I punched it when I didn’t take enough ds.

That’s also how I ended up with bandages on my arm, thanks to the glass shards.

I was angry back then.

I an, I got sucked into a novel, and out of all the novels, it had to be this one.

Not to ntion, I ended up as the protagonist’s dying childhood friend.

And to top it off, they even swapped my gender for so reason.

At that point, I was seriously considering just treating this like a dream and ending it all.

“But now, I don’t want to die at all. I’m happy.”

I smiled into the mirror.

The happiness buzzed through my nerves, almost painfully so.

In the novel, Yoo Seo-Ah is already dead from a drug overdose.

Or maybe she died because she didn’t have enough drugs.

Either way, if you use the dication carelessly, that’s what happens.

But unlike the novel, I’m still alive.

That’s what really matters.

Looking at the table, I see the ten pills left.

Each one will buy about 15 minutes.

The injectable drugs are in small glass vials.

One shot gives around eight hours.

And then there are the five painkillers.

I use them when the pain gets too bad.

They also make feel really good.

That’s all the drugs I have left.

I’ve been saving them, using them sparingly.

In the long run, I don’t have nearly enough...

Heh.

I don’t know why, but I can’t stop laughing.

Laughing feels good.

Is it because of the drugs?

No way.