Here is chapter four. It is rated for non-con drug use, and also abuse. I am sorry if it offends anyone.

Normal disclaimer applies, and please R&R, I want to know what you think.

Sarah woke from a restless sleep. She could barely get enough energy to get out of bed. Rolling over and opening her draw she drew out a handful of tablet packs. Sorting through them, she found the ones she needed. One of them was 'The Pill' and the other ones were her anti-depressants. She was only meant to take one every morning, but what could three hurt? After all, her psychiatrist had told her that they wouldn't affect her too much if she over-dosed. And she wasn't really.

She lay in her bed for a few minutes more. Just looking at the ceiling. After a while she sat up and put her head in her hands, letting her hair fall around her. Pulling it away she looked up and took a deep breath before pulling the sheets away and walking to the bathroom.

The water felt like pins. Puncturing her skin every time it fell. She tried to relax and let the water loosen her muscles, but she just couldn't.

Making sure all the conditioner was out of her hair, she turned off the taps and stepped out, wrapping the towel around her and walking back to her room. Letting her wet hair fall around her, she gently towel dried it before running her fingers through it, and letting it hang.

Sarah dressed, and walked out side with her bag on her shoulders. Sitting down on the front steps to her house, she waited for her father to come and drive her to school as she always did.

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Sarah picked up her bag from the rack, and walked down the driveway to her bus. She had, yet again had a horrible day at school. Her music teacher had given her hell, and she had accidentally lost her control and spoke back horribly to him after class. By how surprised he was, Sarah didn't think that he had ever had anyone speak back to him the way she had. She knew however that she would be very lucky to escape detention from him.

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Getting on the bus she turned on her Walkman and closed her eyes. Feeling the vibration of the bus and the thumping of the music in her ears. She didn't even register him sitting next to her. It wasn't until he pinched her side that she even knew he was there. Opening her eyes, she looked over and saw him sitting there. Sarah sighed and pulled the headphones out of her ears and looked straight ahead.

"What do you want Chris?" She asked with no emotion in her voice.

"Did you try them?"

"Try what?" She said, looked at him confused.

"What I gave you."

"Oh" Sarah whispered, looking back ahead. "No, I didn't try them. I didn't get a chance."

"Well" Chris whispered back venomously, you can just try them in my presence now can't you." Their stop had come, and Chris pulled Sarah up roughly, but making it look gentle. Grabbing her elbow in a firm grip, he 'helped' her carry her back off the bus, he then continued to drag her through the school and up the road.

Getting to his front door, he let go of her as he unlocked it. Opening the door he pushed her inside harshly and closing it.

He stalked over to her and hit her sharply, causing her to stumble backwards. Chris pushed her roughly and she fell backwards and landed in the corner of the wall. "Pathetic" he spat at her before walking into his room and brining back out more of the tablets that he had given her yesterday.

Crouching down in front of her, he placed his hand under her chin gently and lifted it. "You know you deserved that don't you." He stated, making her look into his eyes. Sarah nodded, knowing she had lost. "There's a good girl, now, open your mouth and let me put this in." Sarah obeyed and closed her mouth when he had placed the tablet in it. She closed her eyes and waited. Chris let her there and told her that if she felt anything, to call out to him.

Sarah curled up into a little ball, hoping the effects would come soon so she could leave. But she never thought that the effects would be this bad.

After ten minutes or so, Sarah had still felt nothing happening to her, until her body started to shake softly. She was just about to call out to Chris when all of a sudden she started to shake more violently. She curled up into a little ball and brought her hands up to her ears to block out the screaming that she could hear in them. She rocked back and fourth with her eyes shut tight. She felt Chris come out of his room and try to pry her hands away from her face to see the damage, but she got a searing pain though her spin and arched out, screaming in pain, but no noise came out of her. Her hands curled into fists, and her toes clenched together.

Chris panicked only slightly. He picked her up and took her to his bathroom, undressed her, and pulled her into the shower with him. He was still fully clothed, and held her back to him as he turned on the cold water. He let it run over her as he patted her head stroked her hair, pulling it away from her face, rocking her gently back and fourth, softly whispering to her that it was all right, and that it was all her fault.

Slowly, Sarah's body began to calm down and she cried silently as Chris rocked her. Gently picking her up, Chris wrapped her in a towel and took her into his room where he dried her and dressed her. He had his information; he didn't need her anymore tonight. Once she was settled, he took out his tourniquet and wrapped it on her arm, and put the needle to her skin, injecting the substance. "There, you'll be better in no time. Now get out." He said, leaving her on her own.

Standing up awkwardly, she walked out of his room, grabbed her back and walked to her house.

She didn't even bother to wipe away the tear that had fallen down her cheek.

Tell me what you think, let me know if I should continue it.

All my love,

Sariah.