Small Dose

⚠️TW⚠️ mentions of Drug, and alcohol use and actions of murder and smut.

She loved the idea of being free. Not having any rules against her. Being able to do whatever she felt like. Having everything she wants her fingertips. Having full control of everything around her.

When at a party she'll sway her hips, and rock to the beat. Her hands in the air moving along with the breeze that flies around. Her nose full of powder and her lungs full of green.

Her throat clogged by all the alcohol that's just fades memories away. All the abuse she's putting her body through just to feel numb. The feeling of nothing is all she wants. She's tired of feeling everything, tired of feeling sad, tired of feeling angry, she's tired of being tired.

The only things she wants to feel in the world is numb. To not feel.

So when the two Riddle boys came along she finally felt what'd it's feel like to be numb. To not feel. She felt the unimaginable; with the both of them.

She was numb. They were happy. She was their weakness, and they were her death sentence.