disclaimer: disclaimed.
dedication: to the woman who told me i could.
notes: she's a desperate girl with a need to die.
title: angel dust
summary: AU drabble!series. Ohio in the summer—drugs and dancing, drinking and dying and driving off into the sunrise. Sasuke and Sakura explore it all.
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Sakura dozed against the leather interior of Sasuke's truck. In the half awake but dreaming state that always came after her lows, she shivered beneath Sasuke's jacket, eyelids drooping.
"You haven't stopped shaking," Sasuke muttered to her.
"Hmn," she drowsed, and ran her fingers through her hair. Flakes of dried glow-paint crinkled and came away at her touch. "Ugh. This stuff is nasty."
"Hn," Sasuke grunted. He shot a glance at her.
She was all elbows and knees; too skinny for a girl her age. He could see her veins just beneath the frail film of her skin, pale blue raised lines that criss-crossed her arms. She looked like a little girl, dwarfed beneath his jacket.
"Put your seatbelt on," she told him.
It was almost an order, and Sasuke chuckled a little. She sounded like she used to, when they were children. She sounded like she used to, before—before the dust and the coke and the liquor.
She sounded like who she used to be, and it almost made Sasuke sick.
He clicked his seatbelt into place to placate her, and gunned the engine.
"Where are we going?" Sakura asked. Her voice was tiny.
"I dunno," Sasuke replied. "I dunno."