Mystery in Fishnet Tights

Broken Mirrors (part one)

Two chapters in a day. Wow I feel cool. This is part one of a really gritty flashback. It's a look into Adda before she really got better. Thanks for reading:)

Copyright 2012

~S.

Viewpoint: Adda...Sorta. Nobody Can Recognize Her Anymore

Broken mirrors. Adda gripped the sink tightly and stared into the mirror with a long crack in the middle. The cheap lights washed out her dark skin, and her hair hung limply to her shoulders.

It's cold here.

Or maybe it's her body filled with the drugs and alcohol and lies and other shit she's forced into her system for the two months.

Her eyes were huge and took up most of her face. But they didn't shine now. They were dull and lifeless and just...staring. Her lips were thin and chapped, and hid her somehow still normal teeth. Her skin just hung on her face, barely stretching enough for her prominent cheekbones. Her nose still had dried blood around it from her cocaine-induced nosebleed ten minutes ago.

She used to be pretty. Stunning. Vibrant. Bright. Sparkling. Neon. Blinding.

Now she was faded. Emaciated.

Adda Faded Emaciated Montgomery. The once perfect It-Girl.

The door opened and Adda turned slowly to see Emilee entering the bathroom.

"I found Danielle," she said.

Danielle warily walked into the room, and stopped short when she saw Adda, her eyes widening in shock. Adda was used to this reaction. She'd been getting it for a month now.

"Adda."

Adda tried smiling at her best friend; it felt like her face was shattering. "Hey, Dani." And then she collapsed.

Waking up felt like utter Hell. Her head felt like a million pounds. A throbbing pain shot her entire body as she blinked up at Danielle and Emilee. Danielle looked concerned and frightened; Em just looked tired and exasperated, like she had seen this scene before. And she had.

"She's been overdosing again," Em was saying. Her voice sounded like it was a million miles away. "I don't know why. She was fine, just casual drinking, weed and minor shit. Then she just started partying too hard and got way too much coke and heroin and hard shit. You're the only person I thought to call."

Adda smirked slightly. Yes, Danielle was always the first person to call. Even though they hadn't spoken since she'd 'left' rehab

"I know why she's like this now," Danielle said.

Adda blinked at Danielle. "Why?" she mouthed.

"When did you say she started getting bad again?"

"About a month ago."

Danielle nodded. "It's been a year since she left Tyler."

Tyler. Adda closed her eyes and willed to black out again. No such luck. His name, just the very sound of his name, broke through the careful walls she had build up around her. Even thought she was lying down, it still felt like she was falling. No, drowning. She was drowning, and there was no way out. The alcohol and drugs didn't help her now that she was exactly where she was trying to avoid. Now they just pinned her down and paralyzed her. She gasped and her eyes flew open as she starting to go under. The drugs weren't her lifejacket right now. They were her dead weight.

Her mind, her crazy, drug-addled, messed up mind, brought forth images of her and Tyler from over a year ago, and she fought against them, mentally and physically. She felt her foot connect with something solid and she screamed.

Screamed for herself and for her pain and for her love for Tyler and for the drugs and for her abuse and for the pain and worry she put Em and Danielle through. She screamed for the shit she had put in her system. She screamed for letting herself get this way. She screamed for the broken mirrors clouding her vision.

She screamed and screamed and screamed and screamed and screamed and screamed and screamed and screamed.

And then it was over. And then it was darkness. She had reached her threshold.