pick your poison

it was worse at night. caroline could barely sleep then, and even if she managed to muster up enough fatigue to drift off to sleep, it wasn't worth it. nothing would make those nightmares worth it.

// alison was perfect. in every way, by every measure, she was flawless, impeccable. she and caroline had been friends for six months now, and caroline was still in shock. actually, she was still in shock about every aspect of her new life. she was still a scared little girl from the suburbs when alison found her. ali had taken caro under her wing and put her on to a lifestyle the sheltered suburban girl could've only dreamed of before.

the first time caroline had done coke it'd been with alison. ali snorted it like a pro. caroline loved it: the feeling, the experience, everything about it. soon, she realized she wanted more. she wanted stronger, harder, faster and she wanted to find it herself. she wanted to impress alison by casually mentioning she'd done crack, meth, heroin.

caroline found a dealer on the deep web. soon, drugs were all she thought about, always looking out for the next hardcore substance, but she thought it was fine. that is, until she od'd. alison was by her side when she woke up. ali pleaded with caroline to stop, but she couldn't. she'd gone too far. slowly, their friendship, alongside caroline's mind, deteriorated. 

one day, post-shoot up, caroline realized she couldn't remember the last time she'd talked to alison. suddenly, caroline wasn't in control anymore: the emotions were. heartbreak, regret, anger. oh, god, was there anger. without thinking, caroline went to alison's place and let the anger and drugs take over.

alison's body was all that was left of her.

that's why caroline can't sleep anymore.