All in one days time.

fictional story of reality. this stuff happens everyday

        Thursday morning. She had just hit the snooze on her alarm and crawled out of bed, walking across the floor to her bathroom. Every Teenage girls dream. Their own bathroom.
        She walked to the sink, glaring at herself, expressionless, in the mirror. Her dark-circled eyes, pale face, and noticeable shaking screamed "help me". She ignored her body's cry for help as she brushed her teeth, careful not to make her gums bleed too much.
        Spitting into the sink, she had noticed the two empty Rx bottles and the sandwich baggie containing a straw. She looked for remains in the bag only to find lost hope of what was half full of a white powder yesterday. Tears started to form in her eyes as she threw away the carcasses of her bad habit. Now she was shaking worse than before.
         Hurriedly, she searched her room for money. She couldn't possibly ask her parents who knew what she would be doing with it. She flipped her mattress, tore every shirt from her closet, she even took apart the light fixture, going insane with withdraw and obsession.
          Then she found it. The side table drawer that only contained three dollars. What could she do now? She hurriedly put on her clothes, noticing the clock was at seven and the bus would be here in five minutes. Walking through the kitchen was her last obstacle in the house that morning. Mom harassing her to do this, do that, clean up well, sit up straight, get good grades. That was the last thing on her mind.
          The bus had come and brought her to school. An unbearable hell hole. Walking through the doors was like letting a hammer hit you right in between the eyes. Passing by used to be friends and bitter enemy's to get to her locker was even more unbearable than the school itself. Kids pushed and shoved through, not noticing her even as nonhuman as she looked. Or did they just really steer clear thinking in a single glance they could catch the addiction?
           First Period, math 11, anyone could pass it. She even had a 90 in it. She didn't care.
There was too much more consuming her thoughts. Second period, English. She stays quiet. careful not to talk and let something unfit for the class slip passed her lips. Lunch. She sat there with a tray of food. She wanted to eat. She desperately needed to eat but if she tried to eat she would just get sick and be brought back to square one. Not worth it. Third period, art. No more elaborate colors. No more Hues of blues and yellows. Just grays and blacks and little effort. A few just noticeable tear stains. fourth period. A chance. An escape. A study hall. She stayed for attendance and filled out a Teacher pass. The study hall monitor allowed her to go with no question and no intention of calling the teacher she was 'visiting'.
            Walking to the far end of the school, she carefully left out of the  single door in the back. She walked to a friend. An older friend. About twice her age. He gladly let her in knowing what she was here for and what he would get in return. A little baggie sat on the coffee table in his living room. She shook tremendously and he smiled. The usual. An hour and a half of her body, whatever he wanted with it and ten dollars. she payed half her duty upfront. Okay, now for the ten. Forgotten. Only three dollars. What now? Of course no ten no baggie. She shook even worse. She needed it. She couldn't live with out it physically or mentally. Anyways, Why would she want to live her hellish life sober? He looked at her with very little remorse. He gave in and let her take enough for a buzz. Not nearly enough to last her.
              She left and went home quickly. School had just gotten out so she was right on schedule. As soon as she walked through the doors of her house she felt relief. Mom wouldn't be home for an hour and dad for two.
             She went to her bathroom and set up her lines. Very small lines. It wouldn't do much. There were no more Rx bottles to finish off either. She shook worse than ever. Starting to breath heavily, she fell too her knees. All hope was gone for her. she cried and screamed until she couldn't take it anymore.
             Seeing the razor sitting on the sink, She disassembled it and took one razor. She couldn't live without the drugs. What other option was there?
             Cutting across her wrists until she felt faint. A different kind of faint. Haze. What would mom say? What would dad say? The kids at school? Too late to wonder..... black.