On GBL Withdrawal

[>Marquis<]

It's 2:30Am and I jerk awake, sweat drenched, to the sensation that every hair on my head is a needle boring into my skull. Picture my skin in flames. The electric highways of my nervous system are in screaming bloody overdrive, each minute nerve ending crawling as if to break free, escape my body. Just two sweet hours of that coma abyss of sleep before this beyond-panic accosted me. I am, in a word, fucked: this is GBL addiction. I am deep in it now.

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I'm thinking of writing a screenplay detailing my former addiction to GBL and having this as the opening monologue, unfortunately I have no idea where to start hah!

 

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Nice little scene you've painted there...if you were to develop this further, just start at the beginning and let the screenplay write itself.