It's been about a week now and the itching turned to burning pain, and headaches. I feel the urge to claw off my skin with my finger nails. Moaning I pull the blankets tightly over my head and breathe deeply. Stanley, Mello and Matt have been having guy time all week and I've been left to take care of Ophelia. Not that I minded before.

"Mommy!" She calls from the door, opening it slightly. She's finally accepted the fact that I'm her mom.

"What?!" I growl from under the sheets.

"I'm hungry."

"Go make something then."

"You always make me food…"

"OPHELIA! Can you not see I don't feel well? Just get out!" I screech. Her eyes widen in fear and she hustles out of the room. I bury my face in my hands. I didn't mean to snap. I guess…. At this point I just want this pain to stop.

The pain in my head quickly moves to my throat, like swallowing fire. My mouth goes dry and I clench my jaw shut, letting tears prick my eyes. Glancing down at my arms, I notice my arms covered in red, itchy sores and blisters.

Shaking, I try to crawl out of bed. I feel like I'm exploding from the inside out. Dragging myself to the bathroom, I use the sink as support and look at my ghastly face. I'm pale, with stringy hair and drooping skin. But the worst are my eyes. They're slowly turning from a deep grey to a black, where the whites of my eyes are so red and bloodshot; I'm surprised I'm not crying blood.

My body trembles harder as I struggle to stay upright. Failing miserably, I fall on the cool white bathroom tile, letting my head rest against the cabinet under the sink. "Well, look what we have here. You were so strong before? What happened?"

Glancing up, I feel my stomach lurch. I try to speak but I can't form words with my throat in such pain.

Light.

"I mean I always knew you would break, but with your own daughter here? Or should I say my daughter? Or did we forget the blood bond? Our blood is mixed together, Rebel. She's just as much my daughter as she is yours."

What the hell is he doing here? How did he find us? I roll my head back as the pain intensifies.

"I've waited so long for this! It's all working out just as I planned," he sneers, crouching down to look in my eyes. He reaches into his pocket and pulls out a syringe with a bright green liquid. It's only filled a little bit of the way, but as soon as I see it, my body lurches for it.

"Not so fast," Light smirks, pulling back. The pain is unbearable, I can't function without it. My body craves it. I need it!

"You have to do a little thing for me. I'll give you this," he says holding up the syringe, "If you give me Ophelia."

My breathing gets harder; I need it and its right in front of me.

"Such an easy trade and we can both feel better," Light says.

Gritting my teeth I shake my head. What kind of mother would I be if I just give in? But what if Light takes her anyways? Maybe if I trade her, I'll have a better chance of getting her back? Maybe…

"Shame," he says before standing up. I make a loud noise causing him to laugh. "Oh, so we have a deal."

Shakily, I nod my head. He rolls his eyes and tosses the syringe on the floor. It rolls next to me and I greedily pick it up as he goes in search of Ophelia.

I quickly jab the long needle into my arm, and relax as the pain subsides a bit and the icy hot liquid floods my veins.

Light returns to the bathroom, carrying a silent Ophelia.

"I hope you don't think that promise I made would work. Promises can be broken. Didn't you promise to always protect your daughter? Well guess you really screwed up this time didn't you?" he says.

Before I know it they're both gone, and I'm lying alone on the floor.

He's right, though. I did screw up. I'm not sure I can bounce back from this.

I just traded my daughter for drugs.

This is a new low.

And I don't feel bad about it.

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