I Became the Drug-Addicted Childhood Friend

Prologue

When I was young, I was afraid of needles.

Actually, I still am.

Who would like being pierced by something sharp?

But I have no choice.

There aren’t many ways to administer medicine.

I tilted the syringe and stuck it into my bandaged arm.

“Ugh.”

I could never get used to sticking a needle in my own arm.

After giving myself the shot, I felt a bit dazed for a moment.

[8 hours]

A small screen appeared in the corner of my vision.

It meant I could stay sober for about 8 hours from now.

[7 hours 59 minutes]

One minute had passed.

My mind felt foggy.

Who in the world lives with a screen like this in front of their eyes?

No one would live like this unless they were truly crazy.

But this is only possible because it’s a world inside a novel.

It’s similar to how the protagonist always has a status window pop up.

“Alright.”

I think the medicine is making me feel better.

My mind feels calm.

As long as I don’t run out of medicine, I’m fine.

Being healthy feels good.

It’s clear, considering how awful I felt before taking the medicine.

What if I run out of medicine?

I’ll deal with that when the time comes.

If I can still think by then, that is.

Some medicines don’t even need a syringe.

You can just swallow them like pills.

When I can’t take a shot, I can buy about 15 minutes with a pill.

So, as long as I have emergency pills on hand, I can manage to go out for a bit.

“That’s really nice.”

I smiled at the mirror.

The brown-haired girl in the mirror smiled back.

Her long hair fell to her shoulders.

The girl’s name is Yoo Seo-Ah.

She looks about middle-school age.

Her appearance is fairly decent.

The only flaw is that her clothes are a bit dirty.

The mirror was cracked.

It happened last time when I didn’t take enough medicine and punched it.

As a result, I cut my arm on the glass and had to bandage it.

Honestly, I was a bit angry then.

I had entered a novel, but of all things, it had to be this kind of novel.

And on top of that, I became the protagonist’s dying childhood friend.

Why did my gender have to change too?

So, at first, I thought about treating it like a dream and just ending it all.

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

I smiled at the mirror.

I’m so happy it makes my nerves tingle.

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

Or maybe she died because she ran out of drugs.

If you use drugs recklessly, that’s what happens.

Anyway, the important thing is that, unlike in the novel, I’m still alive.

I looked at the table and saw ten pills.

Each one would buy me about 15 minutes.

The medicine I inject is stored in small glass bottles.

Once injected, it gives me about 8 more hours.

And then, there are five painkillers.

These are useful when my body aches; they also make me feel even better.

This is all the medicine I have.

I’ve saved and saved to have this much left.

In the long run, not having enough medicine isn’t a good situation…

Heh.

For some reason, I felt good and started laughing.

Laughing makes me feel better.

Is it because of the drugs?

No way.