addited / oneshot
Wendy wasn’t always reliant on drugs, she grew up a pretty normal teen with good grades and popular amongst her peers. Drugs were never even on her mind, not even through the years of underage drinking. It wasn’t until she got older that she used them for the first time. Her first time was with a little weed, just to calm her mind as things were starting to get a little too stressful at home. Weed turned into coke as she met new people and landed amongst the wrong crowd. She had an addictive personality and she wasn’t immune from the effects of the drugs she was using. You’d think after getting busted for possession a few times and almost dying from an overdose, she’d wise up but she couldn’t help herself, that was the bad part of addiction.
Coke turned into heroin pretty quickly, she dabbled in it at the start but then her addiction worsened. Wendy couldn’t go a day without some type of fix, even when she got into a relationship with Dominic she was high as a kite. Their entire relationship consisted of sex, as great as it was and her being off her face 99.9% of the time. She was honestly surprised he’d stuck around as long as he did before he got sent to prison.
Were they trying for a kid? No, neither of them were but it happened just like most things in life. Wendy wasn’t a horrible person but she did make some stupid choices. One of them being that she used whilst she was pregnant with her son despite all the lectures from family and friends. Her addiction sky rocketed because of her emotions, it was hard enough for her to go through a break up and a pregnancy on her own let alone without drugs. She used them as an escape, not to harm her kid.
She was a mess and everyone knew it, she wasn’t even able to see her son as often as she’d like because since she’d introduced Dominic to the son he never knew he even had - another one of her bad choices, he’d been keeping Abel away from her. She understood why but it didn’t hurt any less knowing he’d grown to hate her. As much as she wanted to get clean for her son, she couldn’t and that sucked.
Every day was a loop for her, she’d wake up and get high, she’d make lunch and get high, hell even for dinner she’d choose not to eat just to get high. Her life was a disaster and she knew it.
Today was no different, she’d woken up at about 5am and immediately reached for her stash, pulling out an already prepared syringe. Grabbing a robe tie, she rested her arm on the kitchen table and tightened the rope so the circulation in her arm stopped. With her mouth, she bit off the end of the syringe and found a vein, any vein she could. She pressed the needle into her arm and let out a relaxed sigh as she inserted the fluid into her arm, the effects almost immediate. The longer time went on the more her vision became hazed, the last thing she could remember seeing was photos of Abel that were placed on the table. Smiling at the pictures, and dropping the syringe, Wendy's body crashed to the floor. One of these times she won’t get off so lucky, one day this addiction would kill her.