Disclaimer: Why would I own Harry Potter? And who would actually think that?!
Warnings: Drug use... probably eventual slash. I'm not sure yet. Oh, and possible rape... it all depends. Don't like? Don't read.
China White
"China white,
You are my life-
Keeping me going in times of strife.
Oh, China white."
He sung, almost jovially while preparing his line. He was an addict.
"One snort,
And you're gone-
Why stand tall,
When you can forget?"
The cocaine was gone.
He lay back on his bed, his head satisfyingly fuzzy- he could forget now. He didn't even notice the blood beginning to run out of his nose; he was in his special place, nothing could reach him here. He was safe.
The blood was gushing, thicker, faster. He didn't notice. He always felt light-headed after a line- it was part of the reason why he did it… to forget. He was soaked in blood now, a delirious smile gracing his features. He passed out.
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A/N: Well… I have an idea of where this could go- doesn't mean it'll go that way xD. Hopefully you like it? I wrote all of this: Including Harry's little China White song…
