Nepeta sat, cradling her knees in her arms, sitting in a cold bath tub in a small room, damp in the corners of the room. Cigarette buts littered the bathroom floor. She was wearing a dirtied silk robe, with only her thoughts as company. Her face was truly a sight, with mascara running all the way down her cheeks, damp with tears. Her eyes had bags and were bloodshot as she had not slept in four days, since her partner, Gamzee Makara left the house after a familiar argument of how he was stealing her money she'd saved for the monthly rent and he having gone out and spent it on heroin, then resulting in him taking all her money and leaving her all alone, in the dirty, run-down apartment. Such a flashback rushed through her mind as tears stolled down her pale face again. "How did it all come down to this?" She mumbled to herself. 'What happened to the sweet little cat obsessed girl I used to know?' The voice of her mother rung back to her in her mind. Though her Mother was right. If only she'd listened, instead of running off with Gamzee.
"Now look who I am..." She mumbled once more, she'd long grown out of the catpuns and helmet. She'd dropped to the point where they were sold for any drug she could get. She was now a drug addict with her aggressive boyfriend who was no better, both on the verge of being homeless. She cried thinking of how she could make it better, but the fact was, there was nothing. She sat, crying in the cold, empty tub, for what seemed like eternity when suddenly there was a bang at the door.
She jumped, thinking it was probably the landlord coming to evict her as she braced herself. Then opening the door was her boyfriend, handing a familiar syringe with brown liquid in it to her. She knew what it was, the thing that turned her life into a mess. But right now, as her partner left the room with a small remark, "All I could motherfucking get my hands on, be thankful for it." Then there was silence. Herself, the syringe and one last hope to hang onto. She dried her tears, moved her hand to the syringe, lifting it, knowing taking it would be wrong, "It won't solve anything, it'll ruin your life." a familiar voice in her head rung, Terezi's voice, she blinked hard, then hearing the door slam shut.
She knew all there was to come back was an eviction notice. She bit her lip, injecting the syringe into her arm. Now there was no wrong, everything is just perfect.
