Desirable

~16. Dose

**WARNING: INCLUDES DRUG USE. LIKE EXTREME. SORRY LOL**

"I.. uh- I.." Clem stutters.

Her heart felt heavy as her desire-filled eyes gazed upon the substances. Her blood rushed for it and her nerves went numb. Almost all of her body wanted to give in and get that blissful feeling that the drugs gave her. Her fingers itched as she attempts to pull the door back and exit the dangerous room. They didn't budge.

Her body wanted to give in, to ignore all the strict teachings it had learnt about overcoming addictions.

So, it did.

Clementine steps forward and closes the door.

"Yeah.. please," she answers their previous question, whispering lowly and sitting herself between a guy and a girl at the end of the bed.

The pretty girl to her left hands her a lit joint and watches with a loopy smile as Clem puts her lips to it and lightly sucks. She hadn't smoked weed since she moved; she doesn't recall ever being really addicted to it, however it was something she would smoke very often and played a big part in the debts that stacked up against her.

Her eyes momentarily close as she embraced the familiar taste of it. In her spare time she would sometimes think about the drugs she used to take and she always found herself missing them. No, she would tell herself, you're too strong now. Don't let it take over again.

After all, she always kept a secret addition to her set of rules..

No boys. No drama. No drugs.

Of course that was a lot easier said than done. Addiction is an excessively dangerous thing, Clem classified it as a disease. All that needed to happen in order for her to abandon all her promises and morals - was simply looking at the substances before her. She couldn't help it, they looked so inviting to her.

Clem watches with wide eyes as the boy sat opposite her on a little sofa chair slowly injects the needle of a syringe into the crease of his elbow. Steadily, he presses down and allows the liquid to flow through his veins. Her throat ran dry.

She knew exactly how he must be feeling right now - from experience - and she wanted that feeling for herself.

The girl to her left smiles widely and prepares another dose; she flicks the lighter to a flame underneath the metal spoon with the drug settled in the small dome. The atmosphere around them was thick with a strange hotness and tension, a different song plays from downstairs. The loud music was muffled in the room.

Clementine's brain was screaming endlessly. Almost as if it could tell the future - if she did this, her life would be over. Everything she had worked so hard to overcome, would result to nothing. Nothing would matter, she would lose everything. But her body craved it so much, her brain was no longer controlling her actions. It was like she had been split in two conflicting sides. Clem was in it too deep now, she was so close to getting what her body wanted.

The girl sucks the drug up into the syringe and offer it to Clem, who takes it from her. Her hands were shaking terribly, her glossy eyes staring down at it. It was actually in her arms. Her personal escape from everything, everyone.

She positions it against the crease of her elbow, directly over a vein.

Her hand hesitates as her mind drifts to him.

How could she do this to him? If she did this, it would affect him abominably. It would devastate him to the worst degree. God forbid he walked in and saw her dazed out in a world of her own, the risk of it made her stomach twist and feel queasy.