Loneliness had it’s benefits for an anorexic. It offered prime opportunity to confine herself in her obsessions complexities and it provided pure F R E E D O M from other people’s confines and pressures. The one thing this did NOT provide, however, was satiation of her more primal needs. Artificial physical pleasure. Be that through drugs or otherwise.
That was why on that dull Tuesday afternoon Serena decided it was time to seek out the one person who always gave her what she wanted. Whether that be a partner in crime or at the very least a thrilling conversation. She knocked heavily on his door and waiting very impatiently for his response, armed secretly with a piece of the cocaine she had kept stashed away. (But not all of it, of course).
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