Gris Lee Stories

I still remember how I landed the job at the Supernova club in the first place. Late afternoon in Gehenna, I’d been doing some sightseeing and felt my stomach rumble. From a few locals I’d heard about a cute little place called the Sweet Dreams Bakery. The building was squashed within a row of shops, though the cutesy, bright exterior stood out amidst the gloom. Craving a cupcake, I approached the place, humming a little tune as I did so. Though, the humming stopped as I heard a groaning in its place. Looking around myself, I was troubled to see a young man crumpled up against the wall. He looked very pale, and very thin. The jeans and t-shirt were hanging off him. Short ginger hair flopped over his freckles and half-open, green eyes. A pair of dark grey glasses hung lop-sided on his face. Not wanting to leave him alone like that, I felt maybe I should inform the shop owner.  Thus, I’d swiftly entered the building, rushing to the counter before anything else. A young lady, couldn’t...

'Addiction begins with the hope that something out there can instantly fill up the emptiness inside' ~Jean Kilbourne~ -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- I feel itchy. Every time my feet hit the pavement, the crunch, crunch, crunch on gravel is like the ticking of a clock. Tick tock Nectar you’re gonna be fucking late. They’ll cut your pay again. Stupid fucking adults trying to take advantage of a teenager. They can all just go die or whatever. God I feel itchy. Gripping the parcel tightly in one hand, I utilise the free one to scratch at my neck. There’s a satisfying point right above the collar bone; those little needle holes that’ll never heal. My gateways to ecstasy. I claw at them with vigour. Picking up the pace in time with the active scratching, my unkempt nails manage the catch at the fragile skin, ripping small shreds of it apart. I continue to scratch, smearin...