A/N: hey, I've been inspired, oh I love inspiration. Sorry to everyone who begged for a "dans le temps" sequel I just couldn't do it, I had nothing. But I could come back, you never know.
I might have to up the rating on this; in fact I know I will pretty soon.
Disclaimer: I do not own 7th heaven or any of its characters.
WARNING: this story contains drug use, strong language, abuse, and sexual content that may be offensive to some readers.
Ok, you've been warned
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The girl shivered and slowly opened her eyes. Her vision was blurred; all she could see was a dirty gray wall in front of her.
When she started to move she realized that she was lying on the floor.
"Did I pass out? How long have I been here?" she thought. When she tried to lift her head, it felt as if it weighed a ton. She started to fight against gravity and pull it up; a sticky substance was holding her to the floor. She quickly yanked herself free, she looked down and smelled the air; it was vomit. Most likely hers, but whenever you wake up on a bathroom floor, you can never tell.
She used all of her strength to push herself up on her side. She started to sway, so she placed her hands in front of her to use the cold tile floor for support. She sat slumped over that way for a while, she might have passed out again. All she knew was that a sharp pain in her arm woke her. She jumped suddenly, and placed her hand on her forehead to calm herself. When she bent her elbow the pain was stronger.
This scared her, she never felt pain anymore.
She was completely numb.
She held out her arm to discover a dirty needle sticking out of her vain. She squinted as she yanked it out of her flesh. She sighed and dropped it on the tile. The clinking sound it made caused her head to pound.
The shiny needle rolled across the floor and collided with an empty bottle of vodka, that was on it's side against the wall under where someone had carved, "Mike was here" The night was all starting to come back now.
She reached up for the sink; her whole body ached as she clutched the side of the slippery porcelain. She rose to her knees and hung over the sink for a few moments. She just took slow breaths for a few moments while she drooped there.
She sniffled and looked up into the mirror, and for the first time she was shocked at who she saw in front of her.
She saw a girl, a lonely, angry girl. A girl with matted black hair that was sticking to the dried vomit on her left cheek. A girl with a gash under her right eye that left a crusty trail of blood down her face. The trail was interrupted by a teardrop that slid off her bruised face. The girl's eyes were red, and puffy, but a brilliant shade of green.
She shakily lifted her hand and touched her face; just to make sure what she was seeing was real. She slowly tucked her sticky hair behind her ear and sighed shaking.
"How did you get here Mary?" she said as her scratchy voice echoed through the icy bathroom.
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and that, ladies and gentleman is called a teaser
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