Tortured.

Music was playing softly on the computer. It was the only light with in the room. Shadows danced on the bland walls. She held her breath. Her heart skipped a beat or two. Her mind wouldn't stop racing. Her lips moved with the lyrics. "I'm sorry...I'm sorry...now I'm just fucked up." the next song played. Her bed was quite comfy made her smile. She liked being warm under the covers. She liked being held. She looked over to her left to the glass plate, residue from her pill she crushed. Oh she felt relaxed. She wanted more. Her hand lazily reached and opened her little box of "fun" and grabbed something. She didn't quite know what it was. Everything looked like skittles anyways. White little pill of amazingness came out and she placed it on the glass. Placed the dollar bill over it and crushed it with her cellphone. The phone was useful. Not like she was expecting anyone anyways. When it was a nice powder she smoothed it out with the razor and she made then lines so delicately. Then she proceeded to roll the dollar bill and brought her face down. She stopped. The reflection she saw in the mirror was not her own. She didn't know who that girl was that was looking back at her. Her face was white. There where large circles under her eyes as if this person was sleep deprived. Her hair was a mess. She shook her head and placed an end of the dollar bill in her left nostril and started to inhale the substance that was going to calm her down. Then she switched to the right one. When the powder was gone she sat back and sighed. She would feel better in a few minutes. It was going to feel good. Her heart started to pound rapidly now but it was ok. It would go away in a few minutes. She smiled. It felt good. This felt good. She felt human again. But it only lasts for a little while. She decided to lay down and sleep. Maybe if she was lucky she wouldn't dream tonight. Not that dreams are bad things but when she dreams they are nightmares. Maybe tonight no nightmares.