"This is the last time." Willow mumbled as she prepared. "For 3
years, you have been the one constant in my life. Xander…Oz…Giles…whoever.
Only you were there when I needed you. Everything and everyone else hurt
me at sometime or another. I know most of them didn't mean to, but they
did. You were the only on that never hurt me."
Willow went to the end of her bed and sat down, her hair hanging in front of her face, hiding her features. "I wish…I wish…I wish so many things, but nothing ever comes true, so why should this be any different?" Her eyes turned toward her window, and the night sky that filled it. "If people hadn't started to notice, then maybe…"
Sighing she went to her night table and stared into the mirror, only her face stared back at her. "But they've started to talk. Giles made a comment just the other day about how pale I was looking. Buffy's been asking me if I'm eating properly. Even my mother mentioned how I've started to change, and for her to notice anything…well then it must be bad." Peering closer at the face that looked at her from the mirror, Willow frowned. "I don't see it. Maybe it's happened so slowly that I just didn't notice it, but I still don't see it." Going back to her bed, Willow lay down and closed her eyes.
"So this must be the last time. I wish it weren't, but I know it has to be this way. You're bad for me, I know this in that logical level of my brain that handles math and all those other lofty things that I'm know for. Yet, my body refuses to acknowledge that about you. It aches for you constantly! At school, at the Bronze or even while I sit in the Library and listen to Giles talk about some new evil that threatens the world. You fill my thoughts day and night! When I have you, I want more! When I can't get you, I think I'll go crazy! I know it's not healthy, but I don't care!"
She felt a chill of anticipation run though her body, not knowing if it was because this would be her last time to feel the pleasure she would be coming momentarily, or because the sharp kiss of her obsession had just touched her, sending a warmth shooting though her body that would soon turn into a fire that would consume everything in her, for a short while anyway. Willow lay there, on her bed, breathing deeply as it began. The need in her being washed away by the thing she craved most. She felt her heart beating rapidly, her body begin to sweat. She was in that secret place that only this could take her to, that paradise that she had not known had existed until she had met the thing that could show her to it.
As her body relaxed, and the needle fell from her hand, Willow surrendered to the rush that only heroin could ever bring her. "The last time," she whispered as she was taken away by her fix. "I swear…"
Willow went to the end of her bed and sat down, her hair hanging in front of her face, hiding her features. "I wish…I wish…I wish so many things, but nothing ever comes true, so why should this be any different?" Her eyes turned toward her window, and the night sky that filled it. "If people hadn't started to notice, then maybe…"
Sighing she went to her night table and stared into the mirror, only her face stared back at her. "But they've started to talk. Giles made a comment just the other day about how pale I was looking. Buffy's been asking me if I'm eating properly. Even my mother mentioned how I've started to change, and for her to notice anything…well then it must be bad." Peering closer at the face that looked at her from the mirror, Willow frowned. "I don't see it. Maybe it's happened so slowly that I just didn't notice it, but I still don't see it." Going back to her bed, Willow lay down and closed her eyes.
"So this must be the last time. I wish it weren't, but I know it has to be this way. You're bad for me, I know this in that logical level of my brain that handles math and all those other lofty things that I'm know for. Yet, my body refuses to acknowledge that about you. It aches for you constantly! At school, at the Bronze or even while I sit in the Library and listen to Giles talk about some new evil that threatens the world. You fill my thoughts day and night! When I have you, I want more! When I can't get you, I think I'll go crazy! I know it's not healthy, but I don't care!"
She felt a chill of anticipation run though her body, not knowing if it was because this would be her last time to feel the pleasure she would be coming momentarily, or because the sharp kiss of her obsession had just touched her, sending a warmth shooting though her body that would soon turn into a fire that would consume everything in her, for a short while anyway. Willow lay there, on her bed, breathing deeply as it began. The need in her being washed away by the thing she craved most. She felt her heart beating rapidly, her body begin to sweat. She was in that secret place that only this could take her to, that paradise that she had not known had existed until she had met the thing that could show her to it.
As her body relaxed, and the needle fell from her hand, Willow surrendered to the rush that only heroin could ever bring her. "The last time," she whispered as she was taken away by her fix. "I swear…"