Pissed and Speeding.

[Petra Davis-Shelley]

No!

She kept screaming aat herself, at the voice roaring in her head. She couldnt hear herself, the wicked shrill of her mind over whelming her own thoughts, bringing vomit to the back fo her throat. She needed to stop it.

She didnt want to. But she knew alcohol alway used to help. She knew where Erika kept the boose.. She grabbed 2 bottles of wine and a bottle of vodka. It was easy to drink, she had drunk plenty before. She staggered to the bathroom, swallowing down gulps of wine and vodka, her mind slowly clouding. Yet the voice wouldnt stop.

Her reflection started back at her in the mirror. Pale, tired, unwell. It was terrifying. Look at you Petra. Your nothing. Nothing. She screamed, her hand slamming down, the empty bottle of vodka smashing onto the counter. The shards cut her hand, but the pain in her head was to great for her to notice. She screamed again, pushing the other 2 empty bottles of wine to the floor. The glass littered the floor, shredding the bottom of her feet as she raced to her room.

She had been hiding her heroine since the day she arrived at the Connors home. In a vent in her room. She needed to silence the voice in her head. Shaky hands withdrew the one of the syringes, before she made her way back to the bathroom. With one bloodied hand she pushed the glass to one sde, before leaning back against the wall. She pulled her belt off, securing it around her arm. She rested the needle against her skin, the metal just piercing the top layers.

She heard the door open down stairs. Erika was home. Petra? She heard her name be called. Erika. She called out with a meek, terrified voice.

Erika Conner (Bellefonte)

[Erika Conner (Bellefonte)]

Erika and Drew (Though, it had been mostly Erika) had welcomed a young, troubled woman into their home not long ago. Erika was hoping that a stable and safe home life would help the girl get back on her feet. Of course, Drew hadn't agreed at first. He was afraid they'd put their son at risk, which Erika had agreed on, though, after talking it through, they agreed to offer the girl a chance. Everyone deserved a chance, after all.

Which also offered Erika some time away from work and more time to spend at home. Especially the days Petra was too sick to go to school. She'd cleared it with Bellefonte and everything was in order.

Stepping through the door, Erika looked around. The house seemed eerily quiet. Almost... Too quiet. "Petra?" Erika called out, standing in the hallway, listening. Then, she heard the girl call out. And Erika immediately realized that something was wrong. Something was very, very wrong. "Petra?" she called out once more as she started moving towards the source of it.

[Petra Davis-Shelley]

She felt her stomach lurch as the head mistress called her name, bile scorching her throat as the needle lingered over her skin. Do it Petra. try to block me out. It wont work Waves of dizzyness washed over her as Erikas foot falls drew closer. In a moent of terror she pushed the needle further into her skin, wincing in pain.She could feel her thumb itching to push the plunger down and fill her viens with the numbing substance.

Erika She could only manage one work, her vision swaying infront of her. Erika. She repeated, her voice faulting with fear and alcohol. She leaned her head back againt the wall, struggling not to vomoit everywhere. She closed her eyes, hopinh the world would stop spinning like a top, as shaking hand held the needle in her skin.