~Fezco~

Fezco was a composed man.

He never let emotion past his nonchalant facade. He was used to shit being said. Drug addicts, trashy football players, you name it. He was insulted by it.

He didn't care though.

He did, however care about the fact that there was blood on the money that he had tossed to Mouse's thug. And he was fucking terrified.

Shitshitshitshitshit-

Mouse stood up and clapped Fez on the back.

"Pleasure doing business with you. Bring you're little "sister" around soon" Mouse said, the words dripping like venom off his tongue as he made his way out the door.

Fez and Ashtray just stood there for a couple minutes, shocked that they got away with that.

What the fuck?

Fez's mind was racing. There had to be some sort of ulterior motive, right? Some sort of get-go that he wasn't aware of. Some sort of big picture type shit.

He just hoped that this "big picture" was bigger than him.

He was a mere drug dealer, afterall. A dropout selling drugs to future dropouts.

He was just stuck in the cycle. Nothing to do with the big guys. They probably didn't care about the blood. They didn't give two shits.

Right?

~Lexi~

Lexi woke up in her bed a few hours after she had gone to see Rue. Her head pounding, she immediately dove back under the covers, her hangover hitting hard. She heard a chuckle across the room.

"Wow. Little sis's first hangover. Never thought I would live to see the day." Cassie said, her voice filled with amusement. Lexi wasn't in the mood, and simply went to the bathroom to rid her mouth of her horrid mix of morning breath and whatever the fuck she drank last night.

Last Night.

Last night had been a fucking nightmare. Well, it started as a dream. Literally. Walking into the formal was like walking into some sort of fairyland, where all the worries were left at the door.

Rue had walked in, arms linked with Jules, with a giant beam on her face.

Her expression was blank as the cannula pumped oxygen into her.

Rue was literally glowing as she walked in. It was almost as if her skin was radiating.

Her normal light brown skin was a sickly gray. Her eyes were sunken into her head, and she looked like a ghost. She almost was a ghost. She could've die-

"Yo, Lexi! I'm pretty sure your teeth are clean." Cassie said, standing in the doorway, startling Lexi out of her thoughts. She looked down to find her hand covered in her toothpaste and spit. She made a face before rubbing it clean.

This was going to be a long road for Rue, yes. But she wasn't the only one.

Not by a longshot.

~Rue~

Rue wasn't addicted.

At least, not since she talked with Ali, promising to try.

2 nights ago was not a relapse. She was simply done.

And life moved on, leaving her stuck.

Her head was clouded, and she couldn't see straight. She looked to Gia. Oh, Gia. She had done so much to her poor sister, and she didn't deserve it.

And her mother. Sure, she and her mother had her differences, but she still loved her. It must of killed her to walk into the room and see her like this.

These were the reasons why she gave in. Gave into drugs. And gave into killing herself.

Jules used to help her, but Ali was right. Jules was a drug.

And these thoughts pushed her to the edge of the abyss in her lonely hospital room.

And as the dark abyss consumed her, she watched familiar looking 11 year old being rushed through the hospital, blood left in it's wake, and a leprechaun looking man running after, only to be held back.

And when Mr. St. Patrick looked to her, his eyes went wide, shock and sorrow flooding them.

And Rue let herself, her depressing existence, sink into that abyss.

It wasn't like anyone cares enough, anyway.

~Gia~

Blood is actually really fucking cool when watched.

The red liquid is thicker than water, so when it runs down, say, a white bathtub, is really satisfying.

Like asmr or some shit.

Gia just sat there, knife abandoned on the floor as she watched the blood trickle down from one of the four cuts on her forearm.

There was something that's was just so calming about it.

The truth is, Gia was selfish. She wasn't allowed to cry when her life was perfect.

Well, except for the fucked up sister.

But that was for her sister to cry about. She was supposed to stay strong.

So the cuts have her something to cry about. Not so much the "ow, I'm in pain" type shit but the "everyone hates me for this"

When Gia first put the knife to her arm, she screamed out in pain, quickly muffling it with her pillow. But it got easier after that.

This was only the second time she was doing this, but man it helped.

Part of herself hated her for it.

But that part was always suppressed the minute she sinks the cool metal into her skin.

But it wasn't drugs, so it wasn't bad.

Right?

A/N: I guess I owe you guys an explanation as to why it took so long to update. Get ready for a life story longer than this chapter.

I am bipolar. Got the diagnosis long before Euphoria, and found this show as a really good way to relate. I going through a really bad episode right now, and haven't felt the motivation to write. I am getting better, though, and I will try to update more often with better content. Thanks you guys.