Overdose|| OPEN
It had been some time since anyone had heard from Gabrielle. She had been through a few rough nights lately, her emotions swinging wildly. It wasn't like hwr to allow anyone to witness these moods. She kept it all very well hidden. But, naturally, she needed more than just solitude to deal with everything. On this particular evening, the vampire had left her door visible. She was slumped on her couch. There were a few empty bottles of whiskey laying abandoned on the floor. Her hand was cruked, resting on the floor, a syringe loosely clutched in her fingers. Her arm had a dark blackish-blue bruise-like formation around the bend of her arm. The blonde's eyes were half-closed and she groaned as her body shifted lightly. The sound of her door opening barely registered in the witch's mind. She mumbled something incomprehensible as she heard the footsteps grow closer.
