Aysa_454
Legacy Name: Aysa_454

::bitter//angry//heroin-addict//harsh::
::uncaring//sarcastic//cruel//cold

Pronounced: A-suh

Heroin: a narcotic that is considered a hard drug; a highly addictive morphine derivative; intravenous injection provides the fastest and most intense rush

Aysa’s life didn’t start off with drugs. No one’s life ever starts off with drugs. Things change though, and people get exposed to new things. Aysa’s new thing just happened to be dreadlocks and smack.

Born in a family that divorced when he was three, Aysa was never given a proper family from the start. His mother was hardly around, and his step-father was a business man, so his presence was rare. Stuck with an older step-brother whose first name sounded more like a last name, Rogerson was the only one who truly understood Aysa. He would bail him out of almost all his tough situations.

Life up until high school was fairly normal for Aysa. Rogerson was two years older and and looked out for his little brother, making sure he wouldn't get into trouble. But when Aysa became a junior, and Rogerson had graduated, things became rough. Aysa was never really a pleasant person to be around and often times sat by himself during lunch. Frankly, he hated everyone who bothered to talk to him. But there was a group of kids who were too numb to notice his apathetic personality, and asked him to join their little group of druggie friends. Aysa knew what he was getting into, but he didn’t know what would happen to him once he joined.

The first time he took a hit of heroin, his life began to spiral downward.

Heroin was just too fun for him to only do it once. Hit after hit made him feel like he was on top of the world, but his world was breaking and his whole existence was slipping out from underneath him. He had become too aggressive for any of his drug buddies to stick around, and so Aysa was more alone then ever. He became even more bitter and severe, saying things before he even thought about how much they would hurt someone. He pushed himself away from Rogerson and more toward his new favorite activity. What he thought was making his life better, more tolerable, was actually slowly killing him. The worst part about it was that no one knew what Aysa was doing to himself.

And it was only a matter of time before the worst happened.

It had been two years since Aysa had shot up for the first time, and not once had he messed up since then. But you can’t be perfect all the time. When he O.D., he should’ve died. But something, or someone, saved him before that could happen.

And now he wants to know how he survived, and why he was saved, but the only person who can give him these answers is Piper, a girl who hates his guts, and his dreadlocks.