It Don't Hurt
By Lady Cassy
Inspired by the Sheryl Crow song of the same name.
Disclaimer: I own nothing. Nothing at all. I'm not making any money whatsoever from this story.
All the information gathered and used in this story is from and links off of that site.
Quick little 'drugs are bad' one-shot. Will continue if you want me to.
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Syaoran and Sakura had been going out for a month. Sakura was going under a lot of pressure to get good grades and to take care of herself. Living alone was hard. She worked two jobs and attended college. For their anniversary, Syaoran was taking Sakura to a big party thrown by one of their classmates and then out to an expensive restaurant.
"We're here Sakura," I said with a smile. Sakura grinned back at me and kissed me on the cheek before we got out of my car. We held hands as we walked into the huge mansion of our classmate, and my cousin, Meilin.
For a while we just hung out and danced, but then Sakura seemed distracted and she excused herself to go to the bathroom. While I waited, Meilin came up to me, very distressed. "Syaoran, you have to help me! They're doing heroin in the guestroom. You have to help me get them out of here. This is supposed to be a clean party - no drugs or alcohol!" she shouted. I followed her upstairs to the guestroom. There were about twenty people hanging around in the room, and at least seven were passed out. I went back downstairs and returned with a bunch of people willing to drive their intoxicated classmates home. We started dragging them out. Once everyone was out I did one last check around the room. I opened the closet door and I almost screamed.
There, lying on the floor unconscious was Sakura. Her skin was red and hot when I touched her. When I picked her up she stirred and looked up at me with her eyes half open. "What's up Syaollann?" she tried to say. "I'm taking you home, you're sick," I told her. "Don't worry. I'm not used to th... th china cat yets," she replied. China cat? Oh right. I remember vaguely in health class that we'd talked about the street slang for drugs. 'China cat' was slang for high-potency heroin. "Come on, Sakura. I'm taking you home." "I'm all right, I swear." "Stop it Sakura. If you don't stop taking heroin, I'm afraid our relationship won't last." "Yer bein' silly." she said drowsily. I knew she was going to pass out again. I carried her into my car and drove her to the hospital.
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That was four months ago. Now Sakura is better, she's not a heroin addict anymore. But I remember when she went through withdrawal and how horrible it was. She thanked me afterwards. We're still dating. She likes to sing, and she's working on a song. This is the first verse:
"It don't hurt like it did.
I can sing my song again.
It don't hurt like it did.
I can sing my song again."
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I went over to Sakura's apartment, but she was asleep. I went inside and waited for her to wake up. I was looking around the room and I noticed a large porcelain cat. A Chinese-style cat. I walked over to it suspiciously when Sakura came out of her room yawning. She froze mid-yawn and ran to me. "Please don't! I need it! I can't help it; I just can't live now! Please don't take it away!" she yelled, crying. I picked up the cat and threw it on the ground, shattering it to pieces. A mixture of white and brown powder spread across the hardwood floor. Sakura screamed and started beating my chest with her fists, crying her eyes out. That afternoon I got her parents to admit her to a rehabilitation center. I visit every time I can. She's been working on her song. The ending is this:
It don't hurt like it did It hurts worse
Who do I kid?
It don't hurt like it did
I can sing my song again
I've got people who love me
I can sing my song again
By Lady Cassy
Inspired by the Sheryl Crow song of the same name.
Disclaimer: I own nothing. Nothing at all. I'm not making any money whatsoever from this story.
All the information gathered and used in this story is from and links off of that site.
Quick little 'drugs are bad' one-shot. Will continue if you want me to.
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Syaoran and Sakura had been going out for a month. Sakura was going under a lot of pressure to get good grades and to take care of herself. Living alone was hard. She worked two jobs and attended college. For their anniversary, Syaoran was taking Sakura to a big party thrown by one of their classmates and then out to an expensive restaurant.
"We're here Sakura," I said with a smile. Sakura grinned back at me and kissed me on the cheek before we got out of my car. We held hands as we walked into the huge mansion of our classmate, and my cousin, Meilin.
For a while we just hung out and danced, but then Sakura seemed distracted and she excused herself to go to the bathroom. While I waited, Meilin came up to me, very distressed. "Syaoran, you have to help me! They're doing heroin in the guestroom. You have to help me get them out of here. This is supposed to be a clean party - no drugs or alcohol!" she shouted. I followed her upstairs to the guestroom. There were about twenty people hanging around in the room, and at least seven were passed out. I went back downstairs and returned with a bunch of people willing to drive their intoxicated classmates home. We started dragging them out. Once everyone was out I did one last check around the room. I opened the closet door and I almost screamed.
There, lying on the floor unconscious was Sakura. Her skin was red and hot when I touched her. When I picked her up she stirred and looked up at me with her eyes half open. "What's up Syaollann?" she tried to say. "I'm taking you home, you're sick," I told her. "Don't worry. I'm not used to th... th china cat yets," she replied. China cat? Oh right. I remember vaguely in health class that we'd talked about the street slang for drugs. 'China cat' was slang for high-potency heroin. "Come on, Sakura. I'm taking you home." "I'm all right, I swear." "Stop it Sakura. If you don't stop taking heroin, I'm afraid our relationship won't last." "Yer bein' silly." she said drowsily. I knew she was going to pass out again. I carried her into my car and drove her to the hospital.
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That was four months ago. Now Sakura is better, she's not a heroin addict anymore. But I remember when she went through withdrawal and how horrible it was. She thanked me afterwards. We're still dating. She likes to sing, and she's working on a song. This is the first verse:
"It don't hurt like it did.
I can sing my song again.
It don't hurt like it did.
I can sing my song again."
---
I went over to Sakura's apartment, but she was asleep. I went inside and waited for her to wake up. I was looking around the room and I noticed a large porcelain cat. A Chinese-style cat. I walked over to it suspiciously when Sakura came out of her room yawning. She froze mid-yawn and ran to me. "Please don't! I need it! I can't help it; I just can't live now! Please don't take it away!" she yelled, crying. I picked up the cat and threw it on the ground, shattering it to pieces. A mixture of white and brown powder spread across the hardwood floor. Sakura screamed and started beating my chest with her fists, crying her eyes out. That afternoon I got her parents to admit her to a rehabilitation center. I visit every time I can. She's been working on her song. The ending is this:
It don't hurt like it did It hurts worse
Who do I kid?
It don't hurt like it did
I can sing my song again
I've got people who love me
I can sing my song again