#dpraja

Raja? Are you there?

-starts flexing his small muscles-

Kida's room was a warzone. She had spent very little time in it the past month. Most of the time she was crashing on couches, in other people's beds, or wherever she just happened to pass out at when the alcohol became too much. For some reason this place was stuffy and constricting to her. Maybe because she always managed to remember a different place she had smack stashed every time she walked in the door. As she rummaged through the box hidden under her bed, she remembered another spot. There was a small baggy taped underneath the drawer to her left. She tried to pull her mind away from the craving. She wasn't going to give in. Not this time. The drugs called out to her as she grabbed some of the booze and threw it in a duffel bag. Her self-control waned and her hand found the baggy before she could tell herself to stop. She shoved it in her bra and threw the duffel bag over her shoulder. Before she left the room, she quickly finished gathering supplies and ran out before she could second guess herself.