Not for any of my stories, but this scene kept playing over and over in my head as I lay in bed.  Had to purge my troubled mind.

She drank to numb the ache.  It wasn't pain.  Pain was sharp and fleeting, this ache was a constant presence that wouldn't leave her.  She longed for pain.

She danced to lose herself in the pulsing rhythms and beats.  She ( Read more... )