Short Story 2

A priest once told me I would live a long life.  At the time I thought it was a very nice thing to say to someone.  This was a man who isf ever there was a person with Gods ear, it was he.  So I took what he said quite literally at the time.  I heard what he said and tucked it away in my mind.  It was another 8 months before I remembered those kind words again.  They took on a whole new meaning in that agonizing moment.  I found myself in a bathroom that would do any crime scene proud.  After unsuccessfully attempting to hit a vein with a needle chalk ful of heroin for an hour, the room covered in the blood of failed attempts.  My shirt was so stained with blood I proceeded to pull it off and use it as a make shift rag to clean up my debauchery.  It was the sad state I happened to glance at my reflection in the mirror.  And like the (Infauctae dwarf) I was shocked.  Thunderstruct.  Yet I could not look away and it was in this moment I remembered the words, "Joshua, you will live a long life."  those words, those nice words he had said with a smile full of teeth on his face.  Those words... they tormeneted me without mercy.  Yet I could still not tear my eyes away from my invalid reflection.  I remember wondering why I wasn't crying.  But I could not cry.  No, I had no tears left.  So there I stood with my blood soaked rag in one hadn, my broken thorn in the other and I knew.  I knew that I was to live forever as this sad, disgusting cursed junky for the rest of my long, long life.  It was then I realized I was no longer scared to die.  No at this point death would be a mercy.  And neither God or the devil had any mercy left for me.