#oo8

Tatum sighed, glancing down at the small, clear bottle in her hand. The object itself was no taller than two and a half inches, but was filled to the brim with a fine, white powder. It had set the blonde back nearly three hundred dollars, but she couldn’t seem to care less. She continued to twirl the bottle between her index and middle finger, chewing on her bottom lip. The girl hadn’t realized just how hard she was biting into her lip until the familiar copper taste hit her tongue when it darted out to wet her lips.

Twisting off the small, black cap, Tatum tossed it into the sink, carefully tipping the bottle until the powder began to pour out onto the mirror she had set on the counter top of her bathroom sink. Once the powder had formed a small pile, the blonde tossed the bottle in the same direction of the cap, hearing the tell-tale sound of the glass shattering inside the sink. However, it didn’t seem to phase the small girl, as she quickly set to work on separating the pile into three lines, each measuring between two and three inches long. It took her nearly five minutes, but she was sure to double check for more coarse pieces in the powder, which would be sure to hurt more once she began the process.

Making sure to be as careful as she could, Tatum pulled the mirror onto the floor, pulling out the small, clear straw that she had told Gwen she had thrown away. With her hand shaking, the petite girl bent over the mirror, watching as a tear dripped down onto the mirror. And another. And another. Hastily wiping at her cheeks, she swiftly bent over one of the lines and held the straw to the end, holding it to her nose and inhaling deeply, moving the straw along the line as she did. And as soon as it hit her system and she realized what she had just done, Tatum flipped the mirror, sending powder everywhere, the reflective glass shattering as it hit the tiled floor.

Tatum chucked the straw into the garbage can in the corner, pulling her legs up to her chest. Shaking slightly, she dropped her forehead to her knees, allowing the heavy sobs to rattle through her body. “It wasn’t supposed to happen again…" She sobbed, shaking her head against her knees. Fumbling along the floor, she felt around for her phone, hissing in pain when her hand pressed down on a shard of the mirror that had scattered across the floor. Once she found what she was looking for, she immediately scrolled through her favorites tab, clicking on the number that she was looking for. As it rang, Tatum tried to control her sobs, to no avail. And as if it couldn’t get worse, she could feel a nosebleed coming on, a side effect that had always seemed to accompany the drug almost instantaneously after doing a line. Upon hearing the click of the line connecting, Tatum took a deep breath. “I did some th-thing bad…” She sobbed into the phone, leaning back against the cabinet. She went on to explain what she had done, the task proving harder than she expected through her uncontrollable sobs.

Tatum couldn’t help the amount of relief that coursed through her body when he had told her he would help her instead of just lecturing her and then hanging up. She placed her phone down on the floor once he’d hung up and sucked in a shaky breath. The effects of the drug were beginning to kick in and dipped her head back towards her knees. The light was becoming all too bright, almost blindingly so.

Tatum sighed, glancing down at the small, clear bottle in her hand. The object itself was no taller than two and a half inches, but was filled to the brim with a fine, white powder. It had set the blonde back nearly three hundred dollars, but she couldn’t seem to care less. She continued to twirl the bottle between her index and middle finger, chewing on her bottom lip. The girl hadn’t realized just how hard she was biting into her lip until the familiar copper taste hit her tongue when it darted out to wet her lips.

Twisting off the small, black cap, Tatum tossed it into the sink, carefully tipping the bottle until the powder began to pour out onto the mirror she had set on the counter top of her bathroom sink. Once the powder had formed a small pile, the blonde tossed the bottle in the same direction of the cap, hearing the tell-tale sound of the glass shattering inside the sink. However, it didn’t seem to phase the small girl, as she quickly set to work on separating the pile into three lines, each measuring between two and three inches long. It took her nearly five minutes, but she was sure to double check for more coarse pieces in the powder, which would be sure to hurt more once she began the process.

Making sure to be as careful as she could, Tatum pulled the mirror onto the floor, pulling out the small, clear straw that she had told Gwen she had thrown away. With her hand shaking, the petite girl bent over the mirror, watching as a tear dripped down onto the mirror. And another. And another. Hastily wiping at her cheeks, she swiftly bent over one of the lines and held the straw to the end, holding it to her nose and inhaling deeply, moving the straw along the line as she did. And as soon as it hit her system and she realized what she had just done, Tatum flipped the mirror, sending powder everywhere, the reflective glass shattering as it hit the tiled floor.

Tatum chucked the straw into the garbage can in the corner, pulling her legs up to her chest. Shaking slightly, she dropped her forehead to her knees, allowing the heavy sobs to rattle through her body. “It wasn't supposed to happen again…" She sobbed, shaking her head against her knees. Fumbling along the floor, she felt around for her phone, hissing in pain when her hand pressed down on a shard of the mirror that had scattered across the floor. Once she found what she was looking for, she immediately scrolled through her favorites tab, clicking on the number that she was looking for. As it rang, Tatum tried to control her sobs, to no avail. And as if it couldn't get worse, she could feel a nosebleed coming on, a side effect that had always seemed to accompany the drug almost instantaneously after doing a line. Upon hearing the click of the line connecting, Tatum took a deep breath. “I did some th-thing bad…” She sobbed into the phone, leaning back against the cabinet. She went on to explain what she had done, the task proving harder than she expected through her uncontrollable sobs.

Tatum couldn’t help the amount of relief that coursed through her body when he had told her he would help her instead of just lecturing her and then hanging up. She placed her phone down on the floor once he’d hung up and sucked in a shaky breath. The effects of the drug were beginning to kick in and dipped her head back towards her knees. The light was becoming all too bright, almost blindingly so.