Pressing the needle to her skin, she winces. Willingly, she allows the drug to enter her bloodstream and take its effect.
Regret rattles in her ribcage, suffocating. Anxiety. Worry. Pain, pain, pain- until it's gone.
The rush was awesome and bittersweet.
Dizzy, but no cares. Everything feels warm and fuzzy and exciting. Minutes are like seconds, life is a temporary blur.
Lips press together, she's not sure who's but it doesn't matter; it feels good. Hands fumble against skin.
Fading.
Fear settles in her throat, and she pushes him away.
I'm sorry, she wants to say, but she can't find her voice. Her mouth is dry, throat raw, and head pounding. Pain, pain, pain!
Regret returns, she feels it nestling in her bones. This was a mistake.
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The Untitled Azura Project
Short StoryHow long does it take for a picked flower to die? Azura Fleur is a young lady from Grand Rapids with a history of abusive loved ones and a knack for finding the wrong coping mechanisms. Without a decent role model, how will she ever learn clean up h...
