This Thea is the best that she could do (besticoulddo) wrote in valarlogs, @ 2012-12-07 22:06:00 |
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Current mood: | depressed |
Who: Thea
Where: Thea's Dreams, A Local ER
When: Friday Night
What: Thea wakes from a dream and goes looking for a hit.
Rating: PG 13 for drug abuse
Thea woke up from the dream frowning again. She hated looking at him, At OLLIE, who had dared to come back. Who died and left her but then came back. She hated him. She hated the real life model a lot more, who, even though he had been true to his word and bought her a corndog, had also stolen the stick after, and refused to give it back.
DNA test, she'd thought, scowling, as she watched him take off with it, after saying, not much at all about the dreams, other than she wasn't in his. If that was true, why did they share a face? Why had that look he was giving her on the beach there the same look he'd given her and her friend when they'd been trading meds, before he'd given her the buddhist rock, with that lame bit about reconnecting. Why was it that in the dream she'd wanted that, even though she'd hated him, but here in this world, she just hated him.
Ollie had been allowed to come home there. And here, Elizabeth never would.Those dreams she'd had about her brother coming home had come true, but the real life ones about her big sister doing the same never would.
"I hate you, you son of a bitch." She scowled, waking up , tears streaming down her face as she punched at her pillow. "I hate you, I hate you I hate you." Only one thing would help right now, and the best way to get a real high, one that would take away everything at once, along with getting her more for later was to fake a kidney stone. She'd watched the stranger who had called himself her father have those more than enough times, and soon the girl was slumping over, calling for a taxi, and making her way to the local E.R.
She could, and did, keep the show going for a couple hours. Long enough they gave her plenty of morphine for the pain, and long enough that even though they didn't find a stone, told her it looked like some kind of vague UTI from the cloudy urine sample they hadn't really bothered testing in the crowd.
Thea walked out of that ER with a script in hand, and then a week's supply of Norco from the CVS, popping three the second she got in her door. At least things wouldn't hurt half so so much, now.