Needs

    My name is Steven, and I am an addict.

Mud, gum and cigarette butts encrust the soles of my boots.

    Hi Steven.

I pull my hat down and cacoon myself with my coat. The night is cold, and I do not wish to be seen.

    My addiction isn’t alcohol, cocaine, or sex.

I pass a man sleeping in the ally. He looks like an abandoned dog, lonely, uncared for, and cold. My needs will bring warmth to someone other then me this night.

    I’m not sure when I started. I cannot recall that long ago. All I know is that my needs have grown; and I cannot control them any longer.

The air is thick with nothing, the light dimmed by the dark.

    My addiction doesn’t just affect myself anymore, it affects those around me.

I have arrived at my destination. Waiting motionless for several moments. I am an anomaly in time. Drawing a box from my jacket I become like god. Let there be light.

      It’s become so bad, that I have come here. A wounded animal in need of help.
         
What did this man do to receive my gift of warmth? Did he kill my mother? My father? Did he cause me some form of injury? Or someone else?

    What is my addiction?

I watch as the light emanates from his lair, bringing warmth to me and the abandoned dog. Illuminating the world, scaring away the darkness and burning away the filth.

    My addiction is -

Chaos.