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She held the needle lightly in her small hands. Turning it over, shadows danced over her face. The liquid within the needle emitted a soft, blue glow.
'Zydrate comes in a little glass vial…'
She pressed the tip of the needle gently against her flesh. The tip broke the skin, she injected herself, letting out a sigh. She could feel the drug beginning to travel through her system. Filling her with the numb feeling she so craved.
'Addicted to the knife…'
She'd gotten her first hit during the operation that saved her life. Her heart was failing. The surgeons had sedated her. She remembered the pleasant feeling of nothingness enveloping her. Her mind grew foggy, breathing slowed.
'Graverobber, Graverobber, sometimes I wonder why I even bother…'
She resented him, but she loved him just the same. Although sometimes it was hard to tell if it was him she loved or the miracle he provided. She'd heard of the 'addicts' that lurked in abandoned alleyways. When she first showed up, they were suspicious of her every move. 'Daddy's little girl being defiant? Ha!' She knew these thoughts were coursing through there minds, like the drug that pumped through there systems. He charged a heavy price for his sweet release. Luckily, she'd found… substitute methods.
'It's quick, it's clean, it's pure, it's rare…'
It was like nothing she had felt before. So much better than the filtered shit they provided at the hospitals. It felt like a tidal wave of darkness had come crashing down on her. All she could see were the soft, blue pinpricks in the distance. Though she was fairly sure they weren't real, as they would vanish each time she attempted to focus. All she could hear was her slowed heartbeat, the blood rushing in her ears.
'I can't feel nothing at all…'
She felt the familiar nothingness begin to come over her. It now felt less like overwhelming darkness and more like a warm embrace she could slip into. She'd been doing this more lately, finding time to sneak away from her busy life. At least for a while. She had begun to wonder lately, if the drugs effects could become permanent. She'd noticed that even after it had worn off, she couldn't 'feel' anything. She'd tried to feel something, anything over her father's death. Sadness, horror, even some sort of sick joy. Nothing at all. Her brother's had noticed a change in her. She could see the worry in there eyes. She knew she should want to alleviate there worry, to care about how they felt. She didn't… she couldn't. She knew something was wrong with her. She knew she should want to feel something. Any emotion. She didn't… she couldn't. Nothing at all.
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