Posted Thu Nov 19, 2015 | 220 Words | Tagged story chav

Thanks for the inspiration tfhunk!

I was trying to get home, but it was so dark and I had drank… an embarrassing amount. I must have stumbled down a wrong path, because even in my drunken state I had no idea where I was. It looked like a council estate, but I had no clue where I was entirely and there was nobody around to help me even know where I was.

Then I felt something jolt in my arm. I looked to see some thug had gotten a needle stuck in my arm and finished injecting whatever he was doing into me. I was panicked and surprised. I never expected such a thing to happen. Why not just mug me? Not inject me with whatever it was.

I felt numb afterwards, whatever it was was working. I followed him, my mind was too.. dull to think much. Yeah, a can of lager sounded real nice about now. My hair was a bit long, sure.

I think it’s been about a week m8 now, fuckin well good with me mates. Still canna think propa an that but Joey said he don’t mind. He got me a tat, sayin it makes me or summert. It’s so hard to think, but mate it’s so good when he calls me a good lad.