Another story from Ashley! This one is gonna be WAAAY more angsty, aight? well, this one has drug abbuse in it, and I have no idea if it is gonna be a one short or not, infact, I wasn't sure at first what to do it on. (Like, what book or show)
She flicked at the liquid filled tube again, and tightened the hold that the rubber belt had made on her upper arm. Taking one more deep breathe, she plunged the needle into her skin, and tightened the hold that the belt made on her arm. Wincing at the sharp needle jagging into her vein on her right arm, she immediatly felt totally relaxed. Relaxed. She smiled, and quickly pulled the needle away from the dribbling with blood vein, while she also unwrapped the belt from around her arm with her almost unbuissy hand.
Her body felt tingled. It felt great. There was no ache in her head anymore. No headache from Ron and Harry. Her body stopped moving for a moment, then she had total control again. it was her world. She lived it, and no one else told her not to. Panic for getting caught and loosing this magical item struck her like it always did right after she shot up, and she quickly took out her wand, and made the syringe dissapear with a flick. Putting away her wand again, she started moving slowly to the door.
About to open the bathroom door, she made a quick move and flushed the toilet, to make it seem less suspicious, then made her way to the door. She felt the heroin take a big rush over her, and her logs wobbled a little bit. She giggled. "Oh, Hermione, can you not walk anymore? Silly girl!" And at that, she burst into a fit of giggles, trying to reach the door handle. Then almost total dizziness came over. It was getting harder to breathe. And she really couldn't walk. The giggles were overthrown by a high spirit of fear. 'Oh my God. Oh my God. Oh my God.'
She felt herself fly. Actually fly, down to the ground. Flailing her arms, she aimed for the white and black speckled counter. She missed. Instead, the shower curtain was now falling with her, not slowing her fall down at all. She actually felt the hangers that the curtain hangs on, they actually popped slowly in her mind, her counting each one. one, two, three... Her life was falling with her. She could feel it all around her. four, five, six... What was she doing? 2 months ago, she was perfect Hermione! She may not have been totally happy, but she was normal, right? No interestingly long and painfull coughs. No aching of the heart. seven, eight, nine... She had some great friends, and had a career ahead of her. In anything! She could have gone to the best wizarding school in the country. ten, eleven, twelve... And now. Now look at her. She was doing this. But no, she hadn't started out this bad before. Not this much into it. It had all began long ago, before all this. two months back...
Alright! Thats the first chapter.. so this is mainly a story on her life with drugs, just to fore-warn you. And also, for the fun of you knowing! I'm gonna put some true life stuff in here once in a while, from my own past expiriances. She's gonna be smoking weed alot in the first couple chapters. I dunno how many I'm gonna make, it all depnds on reviews. So, just tell me how it is. flames totally welcome. And I'm trying to make the drug expiriances as realistic as possible, alright? So, much drug abuse in this, just to warn you alllll! And I'm hoping that the chapters after this will be much longer. I'm sure some will, and some won't. alright, byeee!