❝ It's only a game. Calm down. ❞
What happens when an innocent game of "kiss, marry, kill" turns out to be not so innocent? In which 18 year old, Yasmin; soon realizes that when she'll have to bring the rules of the game to reality. There's no esc...
A/N: might be a little boring in the beginning, but I promise it gets good at the end.
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| Purrp's P.O.V |
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"These are gonna ruin you, Omar." Isabella, my foster mother said. Dumping the bottle of pills into the toilet.
Shaking my head in disbelief. I threw my hand up in surrender. "Fine. I hope you know how much money you're flushed down the toilet, though."
Sucking in her breath, she pulled down the handle and the pills swirled around the bowl before disappeared out of sight.
"It's hard to stop something that completes you from ruining yourself." my voice cracking as I mutter under my breath.
I saw the complete devastation, disappointment, and fear in her eyes before she threw the empty bottle down and walked out.
— • —
EVERYTHING ached. Every bone in my body felt like someone's hands were around them and they're using all their strength to try and break me in half. I was sweating.
I felt cold, and yet far too hot at the same time. It washed me in waves and swirled over me like tie-dye. I tried to curl up in my blanket, but then I felt like I was going to suffocate.
Every single part of my body hurt. The pain so intense that I cannot even think of a word to properly express it. Every single inch of my being, every cell, every damn thing hurt. It was excruciating. All I could think about was how to get relief.
With trembling hands, I reach out for my phone. A single hot tear running down my numb face. Dialing the number I knew could help, I brought the phone to my ear.
"I need you," I stutter over my word, lying flat on the floor.
"Three words every girl wants to hear," Geneva chuckled but I simply closed my eyes, holding my breath. Even breathing hurt. I wouldn't wish this feeling on my worst enemy.
"Oh, you're serious..." she said after a moment of silence. "What happened to the 'magic' pills I gave you? They're supposed to help you through these kinds of situations, Purrp. Take one now."
"Isabella...she uh found them. Geneva, something's wrong with me. I... I.. can't...breathe." I choked on every single word but somehow she still managed to understand me.
My voice trembled, I dropped the phone beside me. Panting, trying to spit out the words. "I feel ... I...I..feel like my heart's gonna explode."
"You're not going explode, dear. You're going through a small withdrawal, that's all. I'll walk you through it."
