Snatched (On Going) I'm Sorry---have Been Extremely Ill---will Update Soon

FOUR.

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Hello loves! I do want to say that this chapter touches on drug addiction and may be sensitive to some users. This story also speaks of Trichotillomania and may be triggering to anyone who pulls.. Please leave feedback and let me know what you think!!! ♡♡♡♡♡♡

Chapter Four.

The days after their death seemed to hang heavy on our hearts and in the house. The house seemed to radiate with their loss. Shortly after their death we got a puppy. A Siberian Husky. I had always wanted one. The dog had one blue eye and one brown eye and named him Credence because CCR was my grandparents favorite band.

I walked to the steps on the front porch and up them. I grabbed my house key and turned the lock and it made a metallic click as the lock disengaged. I pushed the door with my foot and it swung open. Credence bounded forward to greet me. "Hi pupper!" I said grinning. He wagged his tell feverishly as though he hadn't seen me in months when it was really about a hour and a half. I smiled at his goofy face and shut the door behind me. We shuffled down the hall to my bed room.

I popped the door open and stepped inside the hardwood floor creaking a bit below my feet. My dog walked past me and hopped onto my bed. I shut the door behind me and stared at my room. The walls were a lilac purple with green accents. Posters were strewn across the walls announcing my favorite movies, shows, and bands. Photographs are hanging from different places of my family and friends. The dressers were covered with nic-nacs and Funko Pops! And candles. I had a vanity table and I sat down in front of it.

I started at my face. My skin was a shade of olive. I had brown hair to my shoulders, my face was average and I had big light brown eyes with explosions of yellow around my pupils and flecks of gold in them. My body was an average build. I wasn't skinny but I wasn't fat just a slight step up from curvy. I had freckles on my face, and no eyelashes thanks to my trich.

My head was still pounding so I decided I needed a pick me up. I reached into the middle drawer of my vanity and pulled out the prescription my doctor prescribed me of Xanax. The little baby blue pills in the shape football's seemed to call my name.

I put my hand in the drawer again and found my ped egg, an old library card, and straw. I put the pill into the grinder and shredded it up. I poured it out on to the vanity table. I made long lines on the table and put the cut straw in my right nostril, pressing down the left and after counting 1..2...3.. I inhaled the first line. My eyes burned a bit and my nose seemed to sting. The taste in my throat was intense and bad but... I cleared my throat and inhaled the second line.

Waves of calm washed over me after this one. I am aware I told my therapist I didn't do illegal drugs, they are prescribed to me after all.. I sighed and cleaned up what was left on the table. Returning my party favors back to their home.

I stood up and dropped my pants off kicking them to the ground and climbed into my four poster bed. It was so soft and warm. I crawled under my favorite blanket and my dog scooted closer. I stroked his head and scratched behind his ears. He loved that. He closed his eyes under my gentle pets and drifted off to sleep. I laid there for a long time just looking at the ceiling.

My drug addiction developed sometime after my first few appointments. The xanax makes me feel numbed out. I don't feel all the evil that rests inside my head when I'm on it. I feel clean, pure, and best of all empty. I don't feel the constant mental breakdown looming inside my head anymore. I don't feel the whole inside my heart. I don't feel the constant ache of my chest.