"Moooom!" You yelled downstairs.
"What honey!"
"Can you help me zip my dress up?"
"What!" You groaned and held your dress on with your hands. You clomped down the stairs.
"Could you help me zip my dress up?" She looked up from the self-help book she was reading.
"Of course dear." You turned around and let her zip up your blue satin dress. *pictured above* "that's a very pretty dress, what's the occasion."
"I'm just goin to party with Dal." You said. It's not like she cared much anyway.
Dally was your boyfriend of three months. You were surprised it had lasted this long. Dallas was a know player and hood throughout town. He was also a greaser. You were basically a greaser, more middle class than anything but you definitely weren't a soc. Over your dead body.
She finished zipping you up and you did a little twirl, watching the skirt fan out around you. There was just one more thing you needed to make tonight perfect.
You thanked your mom with a kiss on the cheek and climbed the stairs back to your room. Making sure the door was shut, you opened the bottom drawer of your dresser and pulled out the pill bottle. It was about half full now. It'd probably last you another month.
After you'd hurt your hand a month ago, you'd found out fast that painkillers gave you a euphoric feeling. And once your hand healed you still found yourself chasing that high. So you'd kept taking them. Sometimes you even took a few, it depended on how you were feeling. You knew if you kept this up you could get addicted, but you just wanted to feel good. It wasn't that bad right?
Dallas had noticed. You knew he'd seen it all when he lived in New York. He could tell you were acting different but he never said anything. After all, he did drugs himself so it would be hypocritical to call you out. But he was worried, you just didn't know it yet.
You shook some pills in your hand and decided on five. You popped them in your mouth and washed them down with the glass of water on your dresser. Thank God you couldn't drive, you'd never make it to the bar like this. Diana, Buck's girlfriend, was picking you up in five minutes.
You took one last look at yourself in the mirror as your brain started to buzz. You slipped the pill bottle in your purse just in case and headed out the front door.
***time skip***
Diana parked her car in the staff parking at Bucks. The perks of dating the owner. You'd been spaced out the whole drive, enjoying the feeling of feeling nothing.
She took the keys out of the ignition and turned to face you.
"The hell are you on?" She said, furrowing her eyebrows. You looked over at her slowly.
"Nothin Diana.. let's fuckin party." You said slurring your words. You could still think straight, but you couldn't feel your tongue. You laughed at this thought and she shook her head getting out of the car. She came around to help you out and led you inside.
You bit your tongue, trying to regain feeling before Dally came in. You didn't want him to know how far out you really were right now. Diana wondered off towards the bar and you wondered to one of the back rooms. The bass of the music was shaking the floor and making you dizzy so you sat on a busted up couch and waited for Dal to find you. Maybe you'd taken too many pills. The ones from yesterday were still in your system. You sighed. The thought would normally make you anxious but you couldn't feel anything right now. You sank into the couch, enjoying the feeling.
You didn't know how much time had passed before Dallas was right in front of your face.
"Y/n? Did you fall asleep on me?" He said shaking your shoulder gently. He eyed the blue dress you were wearing and raised his eyebrows in approval.
"Mmm.." you opened your eyes and giggled. "No Dal I was just resting my eyes." You said letting him help you up. But the second you got to your feet you stumbled almost falling back onto the couch.
"Woah hey I've got you" He said steadying you.
Ah great. You couldn't feel your legs.
Dally caught you in his arms and set you back on the couch. He kneeled in front of you with a concerned look on his face.
"Are you sick? What's goin on?" He asked putting his hand to your forehead. You frowned, debating with yourself. Should you tell him the truth? Or just tell him you weren't feeling well? Well that was all decided for you when he looked into your eyes, frowning.
You couldn't be bothered though as he pinched the skin on your hand asking if you could feel it. You couldn't. But you didn't mind much anyway because you were higher than you'd ever been. Dally's voice sounded far out when he spoke.
"Y/n? Hey can you hear me?" He was closer to you now and when you didn't respond he picked you up, carrying you to his room. He set you on the bed in panic and started pacing the room. You sat up slowly. You didn't want to worry him but you couldn't really feel anything.
"Dal... Dallas. I'm okay I'm okay I'm fine." You kept repeating. He came over to the bed and took your hand in his.
"Shhh"
You realized he was checking your pulse.
"I just need you to tell me what you took. I'm not mad okay? Just tell me what you took."
You groaned and let your eyes close. Your eyelids seemed 20 times heavier now and he took your face in his hands.
"Hey hey y/n, you can go to sleep once you tell me what you took." He held your eye open, checking your pupils.
"I had painkillers.." you muttered. "Don't know what kind." Then it dawned on you- they were in your purse. "Check my purse Dal... I don't know what kind.."
He nodded in worry. "Ok, ok. How many did you take? Is your purse still on the couch?" You nodded.
"I took five.." Dally's eyes got wide.
"Why?" He looked hurt. Almost betrayed.
"I didn't wanna feel anything." You mumbled. You might as well be honest if you were on the edge of death. And by the way Dally was acting you assumed you were. He groaned and rubbed his temples.
"I.. I'm sorry.." you said. You never wanted it to get this bad. He grabbed your hand.
"No don't be sorry right now.. it's just. We gotta get the pills out of your system." He said grimacing.
"Wha- why. I'll come down I just don't.. feel too good right now." You said. You had no idea what his plan was to get the pills 'out of your system' but it couldn't be good. He sighed again.
"You're overdosing y/n." He pressed his fingers right under your jaw. "And your heart is slowing down so we gotta do this fast. Don't move." He said rushing out the door. He came back a minute later with a glass of water.
"Drink this." He said, handing you the glass.
"It's just water?"
"No it has baking soda in it. Lots of baking
soda." He said. "Drink up."
*all my emetophobia people might wanna dip*
He explained. "It's gonna make you puke."
You immediately put the glass down in disgust. "I don't want to!" He picked the glass back up and handed it to you again.
"Y/n you could die if we don't get these pills out of your system. You have to drink it, I'm not asking." You groaned.
"Fine. But I'm closing the door and locking it.... I don't want you to see me like that." He agreed and you took the glass from his hand. You downed it all in under a minute. He sat with you, making sure you stayed awake while you waited for the sick feeling you knew was coming.
In about ten minutes he was dozing off and you could feel your stomach lurching. You quietly got up and rushed to the bathroom down the hall. You made it just in time to fall on the floor and puke your guts out into the toilet. You weren't even worried about anyone hearing. You were sure at least four other people had done the same tonight.
You didn't even hear Dallas come in over your retching. You just felt your hair being pulled back and a hand squeezing your shoulder.
You flushed the toilet and rested your head on the seat. You didn't have the energy to be disgusted right now.
Dal grabbed you a tooth brush and water from the cabinet and left you one of his clean t shirts. He went back to his room to give you some privacy.
You immediately felt the effects of the painkillers wearing off. You could think straight again, and that was nice. You brushed your teeth and changed, taking the glass of water with you to Dal's room. He was sitting on the bed with the pill bottle in his hands.
"May I?" He asked holding them up.
"Please." With that he threw the pill bottle in the trash and patted the spot next to him on the bed. You came over and he wrapped his arms around you.
"I'm really sorry-" you said. "I didn't mean to overdose.. it's not that bad I promise.." he shushed you.
"We can talk about it in the morning. Now you need to sleep, okay?" You nodded and he switched off the lamp at the bedside. You would figure it out in the morning...
