Rivals

Drugs & Coffee

 TW: use of drugs, addiction, & overdose. 

 "tom what do you want from me?" I get closer to the edge of the bed, looking up at him.

"please be quiet and eat." he put the croissant near my mouth, "You just left the hospital and you're already horny? what a slut." he teased.

I frowned, "I am not-" he grabbed me by my neck, "you're just a useless slut, you cant even give good head.. but you sure love being treated like the dirty bitch you are." his mouth inches away from mine,  "you know, you're the only one who has complained about my head.. you didn't even let me finish, what a shame." i gave him a wry smile, "Now let go off me." I slapped his hands off of my neck.

He grabbed me by my shot arm, I scream in pain "DONT TOUCH ME GET OFF MEE!" he throws me onto the wall, "disrespect me again, ill kill your friends right in front of you." it was like he was dead, no emotion whatsoever.. I stare back at him, my eyes tearing up.

"There's your food. Eat, and then go to bed its late." he walked out of the room, I start feeling warmth all over my body, feeling the knot form in my throat and my eyes getting watery. I wondered why he did this to me, out of all the girls.. he hurts me. I let the tears out, feeling completely hopeless i cried onto the floor.

I caressed my arm, feeling the blood leaking through. My heart completely broke, how can someone be this cruel.. and why am i so weak that i cant even help myself. I'm just as pathetic as he is. He's going to pay back one day, he'll be fucking dead.  I walked in the bathroom with tears running down my eyes, i opened the medicine cabinet hoping to find something to calm down the pain and all i find is a syringe with what seems to look like heroin i rolled my eyes "of course they'll have this here." I close it, groaning in pain.

 I looked at myself in the mirror, then looked at my wound. I go back outside and lay on the cold floor, as it started thundering i cried feeling empty trying so hard to ignore the pain. I could hear the rain, and the lightning lighting up the room.. i get up and walk over to the bathroom and look at myself in the mirror, i let out a sigh.. i needed to numb the pain physically and mentally. I grabbed the syringe, lighter and the heroin. I let out a deep breath and injected myself, i instantly felt it hit my body.. calming me down. Slowing my heart rate. I slowly get up and walk over to the bathroom opening it only to find IT there. I stopped myself, holding my head high barely being able to stand straight. 

TOMs POV

I hear some noise and slightly open my eyes. "What the fuck are you doing?" comes out of my tired voice.. I get up as she falls on the ground and pick her up with my arms "what's wrong?" she starts shaking, I get a nearby flashlight to look at her pupils. Fuck. I run to the bathroom & look at the medicine cabinet, she took it. I ran downstairs calling for bill, I finally stumble across him and he gives me a concerned look. "what?" he asks as he puts a cigarette in his mouth. "What?? She fucking shot up heroin that's what." His eyes widened finding out what she has done, "Holy fuck." he runs upstairs with me and helps me pick her up. "what are we gonna do?" I asked him, he was a recovering addict.. so this was not only hard for him to see but for me too and I cant imagine what she's feeling.  We start performing CPR on her lifeless body.

"Why was this still here.." I asked as we got her on the bed, "I don't know.. we haven't been here since we were 18. Detsl must've left it here.." her eyes slightly open and I checked her pulse, "It's coming back to normal.. I think we should just let her rest." I lick my lip piercing shaking my head "What the hell is actually wrong with her." I softly said as I sat down next to her. "If I were you I would've just let her died.. she didn't do this by accident." He shook his head and lit up his cigarette. "Nah, I'll let her keep on torturing herself. She'll be dead soon, with my help. " he passed his cigarette to me.