USWNT Oneshots

Harmless- Christen Press

'Its harmless' They said.

'One time' They said

'It makes you feel good' They said.

When I turned 19, heroin became my best friend. It was a love-hate relationship though. Even when I wanted to hate it, it wanted to love me. And there was nothing I could do.

I was stuck. I am stuck.

I feel lost. Like my body isn't even mine anymore. Ok the outside my life looks great. Upcoming basketball star at UConn. Full ride there as well. The prettiest girlfriend, Christen Press. On the outside I have a loving family. But everyone has problems.

Like how my mom left us when I was 11. My dad remarried and his new wife treats me like shit. But the minute the cameras go on her for my work, she "loves and is so proud" of me. My dad puts up with it which forces me to.

Enough of my shitty life. That's all I'm saying.

It started with a party. As in 'it' I'm referring to my addiction. One time. One harmless time with friends turned into my scavenging drug dealers on the streets for this drug.

It was cheap and affordable, so I settled for it not considering the consequences or damage it would do to me and my life.

I lie to people now. I deceive them and hurt them. I've lost most of my friends and am bound to lose the love of my life.

I always imagined a drug addict as a person in a dark alley with a needle in their arm. A scary looking person with no depth nor personality. And my worst nightmare came true from that.

I saw myself as that person. I was and am that person.

These thoughts only come to mind when I'm high so here we are. I'm high if you couldn't already put two and two together.

Christen is supposed to FaceTime me since she has a free night or team bonding. What ever the hell it is. I can't even listen to my girlfriend now.

So here I am, waiting for the call with a needle sticking in my arm. My eyes are bloodshot and my hair is sticking to my forehead due to sweat.

My eyes started fluttering closed until my phone started buzzing. I jumped up and answered it.

Christen popped up and she was smiling. I returned it opening my eyes wider. Her face when blank and she looked worried.

"What's the matter? Are you crying?" She asked and I giggled in my head.

"No." I said answering and she nodded.

"Say hi to the girls!" Christen yelled and I waved to the screen. I stood up and pulled the needle out and threw it under my bed along with all the other drugs.

I sat my phone on my dresser and went into my cabinet to get more heroin. I took out another needle and tap on it lightly so Christen didn't hear anything.

When it touched my skin I immediately relaxed and injected it into my blood. I sighed out in relief feeling better already.

I reached up with the needle in my arm to throw a piece of the applicator away. I heard a gasp from the phone and looked at the camera and Lindsey was pointing at my arm.

Christen looked really quick and saw it before I could pull it away. Her face froze and her mouth hung open.

"Christen it isn't what you think it is. It's uh...it's medicine! I'm sick." I say and tears brim in her eyes. I pull the needle out of my arm and throw it against the wall and throw my phone down thinking I hung it up.

I punch my hand against the wall and felt a pain in my chest. I punched the wall again and felt another pain.

Eventually, I felt pain all over my body. My legs, to my stomach, to my chest, throat, arms, head. I didn't know what to do when stuff starting flowing out of my mouth. I tried to wipe it off.

I ran over to the phone and picked it up. Christen was sobbing on it into her teammates. Alex saw me and freaked out.

"Christen. Help me. I need help right now. Please baby." I cried out and fell to my knees spitting out this ooze.

"Baby. Hang on please. I'm calling 911. Listen to my voice. Not the other ones, mine." I heard her say then her tone changed, "so you can hear how much I hate you and everything you do. Your worthless and a scumbag addict who doesn't deserve my love!"

"STOP IT. I KNOW." I yell out and fall on my back and drop the phone on my chest.

"Hey. Y/N listen to me. Not the voices. Listen to my voice, let me hear that voice baby. I can hear that heart, let me hear the voice." I hear Christen say and I cry out.

"Help me Chrissy!"