“-Albus Dumbledore I had to get myself sorted. In the far reaches of my mind that weren’t captured by the villain in the syringe, I knew it was getting bad. The need, the thirst, the necessity of that rush. Of what I felt when I got it. What I didn’t feel. I was a slave to it. But I wasn’t dirty when I was high. I wasn’t filled with sorrow. I wasn’t broken. I was nothing. Nothing was hard to give up. Even when I was starting to realize I was becoming a slave to it. I couldn’t... become a slave to it. Not when the horrors of my childhood already had me in chains. So I sat on the sofa, rocking slightly, trying to figure a way out. To find out how to free myself. “Bex?” I jerked at the soft voice. “You okay?” Lily asked. My gaze darted up to my best friend, who was regarding me with concern.MoreLessRead More Read Less
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