Author's Note: To all of you who have read my previous works, sorry I will finish those still in progress fairly soon I promise. My brain usually shuts off for the summer shortly after getting out of school, alas not this year, it in fact threw so many new stories at me. This being one of them. Some reason I figured Rinoa would make a kick ass addict. I dunno if I am actually gonna continue this. I'm posting to see how it goes over, if no one likes it I will stop after chapter 2, since I already wrote that. If all goes well I will update and what not. So. Anyway, EVERYTHING in this is intentional so don't bitch about bad grammar or you will get a reply mail thing from me explaining about why things are the way they are.

Thanks always to my best bud Jesse Static for the betaing. You rock.

Chapter 1

She was sick and pale looking. The dark circles beneath her dead brown eyes accentuated her gaunt cheeks. Her frail hand traced lines along the bumpy plaster wall as she followed the woman in white down a long, well lit corridor. With each step she took the screams grew louder. The requests were different, but the ideas and vulgarity held the same sentiments.

"Someone please fucking kill me," screamed one voice.

"You sons of bitches I will fucking slit your throats," wailed another.

"I just want another fucking hit," moaned someone else.

The girl was too weak and too strung out to care. It was a weird feeling, she thought, that last hit before being forced into a clinic. It would be hours before her "normal" wore off. Hours before the pain would begin and she would be screaming like those poor suckers. She was strong, she wouldn't crack like them. She was Rinoa fucking Heartilly, party girl extraordinaire.

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it was the party of the century anyone who was anyone was there the only light was strobing or flashing or spinning it was hard to see who anyone was it was hard to hear anything over the pulsating sounds of the techno music vaguely she could make out her friend at least she thought it was her friend she handed her something it was pink and in the shape of a heart like a lucky charm or a childens vitamin she asked what it was but couldnt hear the response the girl was older and rinoa wanted to impress her so took it down without a care

it didnt take long for the room to spin around and everything begin to feel good rinoa smiled and rubbed her body along the closest person to her she didnt care who it was as long as she could touch them the music changed into something funny and rinoa let out a childish laugh finally enjoying herself whatever that shit was she wanted more she never wanted this feeling to stop it made the pain stop and thats all she wanted

the wall felt rough against her back she laughed as the hands rubbed over her entire body the lips rolled over her leaving their trail of hot alcohol stained saliva all over her she could barely utter words at the feeling it was the greatest feeling in the world she thought finally she was happy again and fuck the person to come between them

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Rinoa woke up screaming in pain. Trying to thrash her arms she realized she was restrained.

"Make it stop," she screamed looking at the woman in the corner watching her. The pain wracked her body from head to toe. God she needed it. She needed to feel the tingle flow through her system, to even her out. Amidst her screams she began to vomit. The woman in white stood immediately and turned Rinoa onto her side. Despite being covered in her own spit up, Rinoa began trashing again tossing the nurse to the floor.

"Get off me," she screamed, remnants of whatever her last meal was dripping down her face. "Don't fucking touch me. Let me out of these fucking things," she demanded pulling on the straps around her wrists. The woman stood up and went to the door asking for help.

A tall blond man, also in white entered the room and held Rinoa down.

"Get off me," Rinoa shrieked struggling against the hard body above her. The woman nurse took a wet sponge to the young addict, cleaning her off.

"Hold her arms, we need to get her a new gown," the woman instructed to the man. The man nodded and stood above her now, holding her down by the elbows. Rinoa continued to thrash and curse against the nurses.

Slowly, the blonde woman nurse unlocked the left restraint and quickly removed the sleeve of the gown. Then slipped on the beginnings of the new one and replacing the restraint. As the woman began to unhook the other side, Rinoa bit down hard into the man's arm, causing him to cry out in pain.

"You bitch," he cried. With his elbow the man swung hard, connecting with Rinoa's head, knocking her out.

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she couldnt believe the general was dumb enough to leave her alone in the house while he was out on business well in her own defense he said nothing about not having a party did he really believe she was as well behaved as she seemed no one was that stupid that blind old fool didnt even lock the liquor cabinet she was only sixteen and could hold her liquor quite well

she couldnt believe half of the senior class had shown up to her party then again she was famous and anyone wanted to be seen with her

the room was filled with smoke but quiet except for a few quiet snorting sounds she stumbled in curiously half a dozen seniors sat around the coffee table covered in lines of white powder, empty bags and razors the head cheerleader handed her a rolled up paper gil comon rinoa join us rinoa sat next to the girl and watched her then copied her brain went numb she liked it much more than the ecstasy

the mattress caved under their weight he was much larger than her but was very skilled with his actions she didnt say no she couldnt and didnt want to the cold feel of metal against her wrists was making her hot she didnt know his name but that was unimportant just as long as he kept doing that thing with his hands he sucked on her breast like a starving infant god did the drugs make this feel so much better

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Rinoa woke up in a new room. Her head still throbbed, and so did her left eye. The moon shone brightly through the barred window revealing the furnishings. She sat up and realized she was no longer restrained to the bed. Slowly, the girl got out of the bed and shuffled around the room and found the bathroom. She let out a slight hiss as the florissant light bore down on her. The reflection startled her. She was paler than before and now wore a large welt around her eye. Perhaps it was the black eye that made her look paler or her pale skin that made the bruise look that bad.

"Oh Miss Heartilly, you're awake," said someone from behind, causing Rinoa to jump out of her skin. The blonde nurse stood there with her suit case in hand.

"What happened?" Rinoa asked, touching her raw eye.

"Oh, you hit yourself when you were in detox. Knocked yourself out good. How do you feel?"

"Okay, I guess," Rinoa replied, spying her suitcase. The woman smiled, noticing the shorter girl looking intently at the suitcase in her hand. The nurse walked to the bed and placed it down.

"Well here are your clothes. I know you probably wanna get out of that hospital gown."

Rinoa walked over and placed her hand on the pink case and ran her hand along the seam. Then her eyes lit up and began to itch her arm. The nurse noticed the look, now would be a good time to leave.

"Well, I-I'm off now," the nurse said backing toward the door. "I will see you in the morning Miss Heartilly."

As soon as the woman left, Rinoa tore open the case and peeled back the lining. Nothing. Rinoa's eyes opened wider. No, no they couldn't have. She began pulling everything out of the case in a frenzy. She stopped in realization, they took her fucking stash.

"You son of a bitch," Rinoa screeched throwing the case across the room, contents spilling everywhere. Rinoa ran to the door and turned the handle. Locked. Angrily, Rinoa began punching the door.

"I'll fucking kill you, you son of a bitch. That was my stash you fuckers. I swear to God I will kill you. Give them back," she screamed pounding on the door. She walked farther into the room picking up a chair and throwing it with all her might against the door.

Two men dressing white rushed into the room, tackling Rinoa to the floor. She fought back continuing to scream and curse. Finally they got her onto the bed and put the restraints back on her.

"You can't do this to me," she yelled. "Do you know who I am? My father is the fucking general of the fucking Galbadian army. I'll fucking have you all killed." One of the men chuckled.

"Shut up, you're disrupting the others, ya know?" The men left, leaving Rinoa alone in the dark, still struggling against the binds on her wrists.

The pain was more intense now. She could feel the bruises on her body form from where the orderlies attacked her. A wave of dizziness hit her again, pain flowing within her. It took what was ever left of her strength not to scream out as her body hungered for more drugs.

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Days passed before Rinoa was allowed to leave her room and venture out for fresh air. She shuffled slowly around the corridors of the courtyard. She hissed loudly as the sun hit her body. Suddenly, a familiar smell wafted passed her. She momentarily revalued in the fragrance before moving to find the source. A smile crossed her lips and she spotted a man dressed in black seated on a bench. Thick white smoke rose from his hung head. Casually, she approached the figure and sat softly on the other side of the bench.

"Hey," she called to the man, who didn't reply or even move. "Can I bum one off you?" she asked louder than she spoke before. The man sat silently a moment before turning to look at her. She could see his stormy blue eyes widen behind the strands of brown hair hanging in his face.

Without a word, the man reached into his coat pocket and produced a cigarette packet and tossed it to her. Greedily she ripped open the packet and tore out a cigarette before shoving it in her mouth. She felt around herself looking for something, but did not find it. Before she could ask, she heard the sounds of a metal clank and then a soft click. She pulled the cigarette out of her mouth with her right fore and middle finger as she looked up to see the man holding a lighter for her. A smile of gratitude light up her face as she placed the cigarette back into her mouth and leaned in to light it.

"Thanks," Rinoa said after taking a long drag. The man merely shrugged in reply. "I'm Rinoa, by the way."

"I know who you are," he said stoically, not bothering to look up at her. From the corner of his eye he could see her look at him confused. "Your father is the fucking general of the fucking Galbadian army."
Rinoa let out a low chuckle before taking another drag. "Yeah that's me."

"You also threatened to kill the nurses and that's cool by me," he said turning to face her. "I'm Squall."

"Nice to meet you, Squall," Rinoa said taking in Squall's appearance.

"Perhaps rehab isn't all bad," she thought.