WARNING, DARK AU AHEAD! SERIOUS TRIGGER WARNING! IMPLIED RAPE AND GRAPHIC DRUG ADDICTION!
Addiction
: a strong and harmful need to regularly have something (such as a drug) or do something (such as gamble)
: an unusually great interest in something or a need to do or have something
Highway to Hell
She viciously stuck the needle into her skin, shooting up. This wasn't the first time, and it wouldn't be the last. She was addicted. Hand shaking, eye twitchingly addicted. The rush of liquid urged her to let loose a shaky sigh at getting her fix. The effects weren't coming, not yet. It took too long, even a second without the heady feeling was agony.
Unlike many portrayals that show you getting addicted with the first shot, that's not how reality for her was. Sakura had started with easy pill popping. Just a little, not even addicting. There were no withdrawals, and with the high it gave you, it was worth taking more and more. The pinkette was flying, that was the only way to describe these feelings.
Common sense wasn't so common, and seemed to be absent in her. So far gone, that she (almost) couldn't see the abscesses, her lank, dull appearance, or her spidery veins. It had made her smarter, so now the needle went between her toes. As long as she could escape, if only for the night, it was worth the agony of the rebound.
Safe, she was safe as the warmth invaded her. That was all she ever wanted. Neither home nor family and friends could provide it. As if she had any. Well, she had a mom, but she was no better. When Sakura was flying, her mom was crashing, drowning in amber liquid.
She had no fucking clue where her dad was, and if she didn't know that two people had to have sex to produce a baby, she might as well have been a respawn of her mom. Except (supposedly) she had some features of her father.
Ask if she gave a rat's ass.
No.
She swore she could feel the dope flowing. This batch seemed to be more pure. It was wonderful. Her back was leaning against the cool pole of her childhood playground swing set.
The first time she took it, it was horrible. Vomit had come surging up and she had never felt shittier in her life. Why did she do it again? Nobody knows, not even her.
She was a failure and she knew it. Her boyfriend of two years... Itachi(?) wasn't with her. He was a good boy and dumped her like his father told him to. 'All she is, is trouble!' She could almost hear Fugu-fish's voice in her head. He supposedly still 'loved' her. Tch, what did she see in him? He wasn't there, and that's all that mattered.
He can get fucked.
No longer did she have good grades, or friends. It was lucky if she even showed up to school, and when she did, it was because the law required it. Time meant nothing, nothing meant anything, as long as she flew. The only thing she could keep track of now was where her spoons were.
Sakura gave a dark chuckle at her inner joke. Another surge of warmth rolled over her, making her toss her head back. The high wouldn't last much longer now, because after so much time was spent soaring, she was building a resistance.
When she was in rehab, that'd been hell. Never again. She was willing to play Russian Roulette with her monster, excited to, even. It was a mixed bag of fun, you never knew exactly what you were gonna get.
How long had it been? Hours? Minutes? No idea. She had seemingly moved too.
Inside a car, that's where she was. How? Who cares. It was moving, but she couldn't bother to check who the driver was. Not her mom, her mom was wasted.
They had stopped, where were they?
The pinkette was dragged into a house, maybe a shed. Rough hands moved her like some sort of living doll or morbid action figure. It was a man, she could tell now. His foul breath made her gag.
Her clothes were quickly discarded, though not by her. Ripping sounds filled the air, her clothes ruined.
His lips brushed hers as she was laid down.
Should she care? Maybe she would later.
Okay y'all, that was pretty dark. There was an itty bitty bit of ItaSaku. My own addiction to heroin (and other drugs) inspired this story. I've actually been 3 months sober/clean. Drug use is a dark place, don't get pulled in. Take your needed medications though. Bipolar and severe depression ruined my life for a while, and made me go to the 'mental' ward. I'm getting the help I need now, and couldn't be better. If anybody wants to talk, pm me. Goodbye for now, - Vale-dick-torian.