No one would notice if she stayed in the park for a little while. Five o’clock in the morning, a weeknight, no one around... it would be a really nice place to go pretend she didn’t exist.
...Okay, melodramatic. Scratch that.
Sky knelt down on the grass and dropped her bag from her shoulder, shrugged off her jacket. The dirt smeared her legs through her fishnet tights but it felt nice -- it was cool and dulled the ache. As she started rooting through her bag she looked up at the sky to see it had turned greyish pastel blue, cloudless and empty, black bird silhouettes drifting through it. With the sunrise came a cold, wet smell that felt like winter but would clear up by the time the sun was up.
It was her favourite time of day but right then, something about it was making her chest feel thick and heavy. She looked down from the sky and back at her bag as her fingers finally met with the plastic of an orange medicine bottle. She pulled it out and sat cross-legged, opening it up with a pop. It was half filled with white ketamine tablets, two of which she fished out before throwing the bottle back into her bag and instead taking out a pink pill-crusher. She dropped the two tablets inside and twisted it, sighing softly as it crunched them up into power.
Through her tights, she managed to just in time see a drop of blood trickle over her ankle. Frowning, she leaned forward to see what it was, unaware she was bleeding. The stream was leading from a gash halfway up her shin that looked like a wound from broken glass or a razor, that she had no recollection of getting.
She pushed it out of her mind and took a straw from her jacket pocket, holding it between her fingers as she unscrewed the pill crusher. After checking the pills had completely turned to dust, she checked that there was no one behind her, then slipped the straw down into the container and inhaled the power, closing her eyes and leaning over her knees so the tips of her hair touched the grass.
