Sarah Paulson one shots

Different kind of happiness (Sally x reader)

TW: SELF HARM, SUBSTANCE ABUSE, SUICIDE, MATURE CONTENT

Word count: 2499

 Rolling up the sleeve stings as the scabs from my cuts get caught on the fabric. It is not pleasant, but the pure ecstasy that is waiting for me is worth the pain on my arm. I stare at the scars before picking up the belt and tightening it around my arm.

"C'mon c'mon c'mon..." I chant as I try to get the veins to appear on the inner part of my elbow.

"There we go." I mutter and quickly stick the needle into my skin. The substance from the syringe quickly fills my veins and my brain starts to go fuzzy. The world starts spinning a little, and I get up from the couch and stumble towards the big bed and after a while I get there.

I close my eyes, and the next time that I open them, I see that familiar fuzzy haired blonde on top of me.

"I thought you'd left me." Is the first thing that she says.

"I could never leave you Sally. I just needed to get more stuff, you know how it is." I answer and bring my hand up to cup her cheek. The blonde who's straddling my legs leans into my hand and sighs softly with a tear rolling down her cheek.

She's crying again. I made her cry.

"No Sally it's ok." I say and lean up to wrap my hands around the blonde gently but firmly. The blonde nuzzles her head into the crook of my neck. Her fuzzy hair slightly tickles my nose, but I'm far too absorbed in the moment for it to bother me. We stay like that for a while, and I start to think about the past few months and how it lead to this.

I had been hooked on meth for the longest time, and I needed a new dealer. I wandered into the Hotel Cortez late at night in October after I had heard of a good dealer who took residence at this hotel. I had heard that her stuff was the shit, and my god was that true.

The first time that I had gone to find this mysterious lady dealer, I had wandered into the hotel bar where I was greeted by Liz Taylor and her fabulous martinis. Me and her got into a nice little chat, until we were interrupted by this crazy looking, but beautiful lady screaming at a man before dumping her drink on him.

"Who's she?" I had asked.

"That's just Sally, the crazy lady. Just stay away from her." Liz had answered, but as soon as those words left her mouth, I was far too gone to make rational choices.

I realized that this crying woman was my meant-to-be dealer, and she was also drop dead gorgeous. She had on a black dress with a very low neckline, paired with an oversized leopard print coat and black ripped fishnet tights. Her hair was short, fizzy and dirty blonde, and her chocolate brown eyes caught my attention even with her smudged eyeshadow covering now most of her cheeks.

"What are you staring at?" she called out angrily at me, and snapping me out of my thoughts.

"Sally, right?" I asked and walked towards her.

"Yeah, what do you need?" She asked, now slightly in a nicer tone.

"Your stuff is apparently the best and I'm interested in buying." I said boldly.

Sally smirked at me wickedly, and placed a cigarette between her lips and lighting it.

"Follow me."

That night ended with us together on her bed, and me screaming out her name in pure ecstasy. It was true, her stuff was the shit, but the things that this woman could offer me were far better than that.