@trouvere ASKED, “ 𝒄’𝒎𝒐𝒏, 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒈𝒐𝒕𝒕𝒂 𝒆𝒂𝒕 𝒔𝒐𝒎𝒆𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈. 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒊 𝒄𝒂𝒏’𝒕 𝒄𝒐𝒐𝒌, 𝒔𝒐 𝒕𝒂𝒌𝒆-𝒐𝒖𝒕 𝒊𝒕 𝒊𝒔. “ > 𝒓𝒖𝒆
𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐈𝐑 𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐈𝐑𝐄 𝐁𝐎𝐃𝐘 𝐇𝐔𝐑𝐓𝐒 , 𝐈𝐓 𝐀𝐂𝐇𝐄𝐒. 𝐑𝐔𝐄 𝐂𝐀𝐍’𝐓 𝐑𝐄𝐌𝐄𝐌𝐁𝐄𝐑 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐋𝐀𝐒𝐓 𝐓𝐈𝐌𝐄 𝐒𝐇𝐄 𝐅𝐄𝐋𝐓 𝐋𝐈𝐊𝐄 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐒 . . except maybe the time she was in the hospital getting her stomach pumped, being hooked up to IVs, watching the slight hope mixed with worry in her mothers eyes. rue had sworn then that they were done with drugs, with the pills, with the drinking . . but, as always, they weren’t able to stay clean && only 𝙳𝙸𝚂𝙰𝙿𝙿𝙾𝙸𝙽𝚃𝙴𝙳 mother once again ! ( though she’d actually getting clean this time, doing through this withdrawal from hell, rue sometimes wonders if her mother had reached the end of her rope. time && time again she poured money into rue, to looked after rue, she pleased with rue to get better yet she didn’t. lied to her face, stole from her, abused her—but, she’s sticking around this time && rue doesn’t deserve it. ) ; head shakes slightly, body curled up into a ball onto her bed with ezra asked to keep an eye on rue while gia && her mother went out for stuff for the house. ❝ i don’t- . . i-i-i . . ❞ body can’t stop 𝓼𝓱𝓲𝓿𝓮𝓻𝓲𝓷𝓰, ❝ . . .don’t want any fo-food, dude. it’s not use ri-right now because i’ll jus-just throw it up. ❞ eyes close for a moment, hands gripping either side of her arms as an uneven, shaky breath is taken into aching chest. ❝ i-i . . want it so bad, ezra, but i’m t-tired. ❞ it was the addiction talked && one that had won so many times before.