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Sad chapter I'm sorry

Friday soon rolled around, Vanity had gotten up at around one in the afternoon, she smiled at first as she was excited for the day to come, even though it was wrong, she couldn't wait to see Sid.

Sid to her was fun, he wasn't scared of anything, he can fight for himself. However a sudden looming feeling lingered In the back of her mind. Robbin will be back Sunday morning. Did she even want to see him? No. Not really.

She hated to admit it but she'd enjoyed being alone, a weight of anxiety was lifted from her shoulders, Vanity had a gut feeling she knew the reason why however why would she want to admit to herself that the person she loves is also the reason she's feeling so much stress.

in Vanity's eyes it was better to be loved by someone than not to be loved at all, the feeling of love to her was like an addiction, that feeling when Robbin touched her, kissed her, held her hand, it was like a rush, a swirl in her stomach of being protected, the only thing close to this feeling was Heroin.

love was like its own drug, however when love wasn't an option heroin was. it was the closest thing someone could get to the same feeling of love, which is exactly what it did for Vanity.

it gave vanity all the love and warmth she never felt as a child, once the brown liquid was inside her vein and flowing through her body it was complete euphoria, her hands went numb, her fingers tingled and her legs felt weightless, the best bit about this feeling was that her mind went blank, it was like an empty void.

nothing around her mattered, heroin was like a feeling of arms around you, nothing could hurt you because you were safe. Vanity however wasn't stupid, in fact she was very smart, but it didn't take a genius to see what heroin does to someone, in a way it was like love, it feels so good, so amazing in the moment but when you come too, you see the damage its done.

Vanity wasn't a stranger to Heroin, her mother was a registered heroin addict, she'd leave her and her siblings for weeks, months, the longest was 4 years when Vanity was only seven, poor David was stuck playing the role of both parents for three other kids.

sometimes she wondered if she'd done something to drive her parents away, the truth was her mum and dad were both horrible people, it was hard for her to accept that her parents never really wanted to hurt Vanity or David, Harry or even Tommy, they just didn't care at all.

she sometimes wondered if her mother was still alive, for all Vanity knew her mother could be dead in a ditch with a dirty needle hanging out of her arm. that's where for Vanity the fault of using heroin creeps in. she didn't want to be like her mother, it was the last thing she'd want for any of her siblings. back when she'd visit her dad every few months she knew it was pointless, there simply was no point to visiting him, he wouldn't even try. he'd just sit in front of the TV with a beer in his hand and watch the news or a movie which he wouldn't pay attention to.

Vanity could sit with him if she wanted to but most of the time she'd just go to her room and read or she'd be out causing trouble.

still there on her table was the bag of heroin and the needles, she wondered if she'd ever use it. it was just there, if she didn't use it she'd throw it away she should throw it away she promised

she hadn't told anyone what she has, the fear of judgement was too great. when she came back from the pub and told Robbin what mickey had said, leading her to come back empty handed, he didn't argue about it, he didn't say anything as Robbin was terrified of Mickey so he didn't dare challenge him.

meanwhile whilst Robbin was away with his friends doing god knows what, Vanity was once again sat at the kitchen table staring at the bag. her eyes were wide almost as if the bag was going to jump at her.

she'd been sat there for almost 30 minuets before her front door opened, immediately short quick footsteps were heard in the hallway. Vanity froze for a second, to her surprise round the corner came Chrissy. As quick as she could Vanity grabbed the bag and put it on her knee, there she was sat, frozen to her chair, her heart beating at a rapid pace, Chrissy didn't know Vanity was involved with Heroin, would she even look at me the same if she knew

Once she saw Vanity she smiled "hey! Sorry for just walking in" she apologised, Vanity shook her head quickly and smiled, "no, no it's okay really, really!" She rushed out, there was no way she could've acted more suspicious.

Chrissy furrowed her brow, wondering why Vanity was acting so weird, she was sat incredibly tense with her hand stuffed in her lap her eyes wide and a huge nervous smile on her face. "Yeah well, I just wanted to give you your spare makeup bag back, you left it at my place on Tuesday, Nick was gonna drop it off but I said I'd do it" she gave a small smile placing the bag onto the counter. Vanity nodded "thanks, thanks Chrissy really I've been looking for that" she said quickly, desperately wanting Chrissy to leave.

Chrissy noticed Vanity holding something in her lap, immediately sparking her curiosity she asked "what's that you've got?" She asked. Vanity held her breath for a second "what? Nothing why?" She played it off however Chrissy wasn't buying it "Van I'm talking about that thing you're clenching between your legs. What is it?" She asked again this time more firm, at this point Vanity had a death grip on the bag.

"It's nothing I just have a pain, yeah really bad pain on my thigh I think it's cramp or something" what a pathetic excuse

Chrissy backed off for a minute, just nodding her head before casually but slowly walking up to Vanity, she felt like prey being stalked by a predator, as Chrissy walked near Vanity's chair she took a moment before quickly dipping her hand down to where Vanity's was under the table. "No! No no no DONT! Chrissy! don't, no no no no! please" her voice became slightly softer as Vanity lost the battle with Chrissy, the bag was pulled from her hand.

Suddenly a thick tense silence was passed through as Chrissy examined the bag, once it clicked in her head what was inside she looked at Vanity with wide eyes. "What the fuck is this?" She asked anger flaring up inside her stomach. Vanity stayed silent.

"What is this, Van!" Chrissy yelled, Vanity's eyes were glazed over with tears as they bubbled inside threatening to spill. "You're doing heroin! Answer me Vanity!" She shouted, however there was no answer from her "did Robbin give it to you!" Vanity shook her head.

"Who! Who gave it to you?" Chrissy couldn't have been more angry, in fact angry was an understatement, she was furious, but also she was deeply concerned, this was different from Weed, Coke or LSD. This was in fact much worse.

"How could you do this Vanity HOW!" She yelled once again, Vanity flinched each time Chrissy's voice raised higher. "How long, how long have you been doing this Vanity! Honestly!" She was desperate for an answer, an answer which Vanity was scared to give.

"Almost a month" she mumbled too scared to speak any louder. "What?" Chrissy asked, wondering if she'd heard right. Vanity shot up from her chair, anger and annoyance now taking over "A MONTH, A MONTH CHRISSY! I'VE BEEN USING FOR A MONTH!" She shouted. Chrissy was now crying, tears of rage.

"This stuff could kill you!" She shouted still holding the bag in her hand tightly as she held it up "DO YOU NOT THINK I KNOW THAT?" Vanity screamed back

"You're gone kill yourself Vanity! Why are you doing this?" Chrissy asked, Vanity suddenly became silent. "Fuck" Chrissy let out a rough sigh as she couldn't believe what had happened.

"You know what, here. She threw the bag on the table "you wanna kill yourself fine! But I'm not gonna stand around and watch."

And with that.....she left....just like that.

Vanity was alone again

A/N PLEASE READ. hey guyssss please I'm begging u don't be silent readers. Please vote and comment your opinion on this chapter. Sorry it's kinda sad however tbh it doesn't get much better from here just a fair warning to u all.

Vote comment and lemme know what u think. Hope y'all enjoyed, the next chapter is a little sweeter but still kinda sad lol

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