Drabble 5: Haze.
The air is thick with smoke, clouding their senses, their minds. She laughs at nothing and collapses on his bed, pulling him down with her.
"This is soooo greeeeat…" She giggles, claiming a sloppy kiss and placing his hands on her hips. He seems to go along with it, tugging at her lips with his teeth until she can't even remember what she was upset about.
She knows her bra comes off, knows whats happening and she's okay with it. But it's… off, as if her senses are dulled and electrified at the same time. Everything's spinning yet oh so stagnant, colorful yet painfully grey. She laughs at the pain with tears in her eyes as he holds her and she likes it. Henry was so right, before; drugs can help her. Who gives a damn about her stupid dead brother, her crazy mother, her neglecting father? What do they matter to her when she can't remember them?
When she wakes up, she can barely stand. Her comforting haze has abandoned her, leaving a throbbing headache and dull pain in her abdomen. She's naked, yes, she's extremely naked in her boyfriend's bed. Wait… her boyfriend…
"Natalie." Henry says quietly, already dressed, staring at the blood on his sheets. The boy looks near tears. Nat sighs, walking over to wrap her arms around him.
"It's fine. I liked it." She shrugs, but he seems genuinely upset, so she lets him hold her for a while. Her eye catches a glint in his trashcan; his favorite bong. Well, fuck. He wouldn't be letting her near his stash for a while. Maybe that in-organic shit wouldn't be so bad…