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[thatbitchkayla31]

I love having to go outside and deal with my neighbors bs at 4:30 in the morning :) it's wonderful. I love having to tell him that calling his children's Mother a r***** by yelling it down the street as he's trying to steal money that puts a roof over his children's head is unacceptable, I absolutely love the fact that I'm about to call the fucking police about this.

[intelligenced-fella]

Closed Starter - Breaking Point (Contains Drug abuse)

@plugrick

It was like all stuff was building up, small problems, small things that brought her a little amount of stress, to the point it was too big for her to carry and had an outburst. Over family problems, again. Abusive people trying to get back into her life. This attack caused her to forget all about the things that made her happy. And it didn't stop. She knew it'd hurt the few people around her if they turned up when she was like this. But she didn't care Tears streamed down her pale face, her hand slowly stroking the ball of fur in her lap. Like he knew what she was feeling. But her focus was on the pile of needles. She had been clean for so long. Even Rick knew about her going to rehab every once in a while, avoiding heroin over all. She had been doing so well. You know what heroin does to you? It makes you feel happy, like there is no stress in the world. That's what she wanted Shana tied a scarf around her upper arm, going to extend her arm out and search for a spot to hit. Not even injecting all of the first dose, just... Letting herself feel something she hadn't felt in over a year. In a way, she missed this. The cat raised his head and watched her. She knew the more, the better. And if she kept going she wouldn't just numb the pain. She'd end it. Her tears had stopped. She felt relaxed and stressfree Just injecting another dose. And another. Even when she felt the splitting headache, she just kept going to the point she threw up all over the bed and eventually collapsing and starting to lose consciousness. The ginger looked dead. She wasn't, she just turned grey... Her lips turned blue and she started choking. On her own vomit. Well, it was a matter of time.

The cat was meowing. Non-stop. Loud meows.

As a familiar voice chimed in the other room, the cat seemed to get even louder, clawing at the redhead's chest.