Apr 22, 2003 08:58
Her head hurt again -- it wasn't supposed to do that.
Her ears were ringing -- they weren't supposed to do that.
And her room was spinning - definitely not on the list of acceptable occurrences
Harmonia was a tight ball in the center of her bed, an empty amber colored bottle on the floor beside it. Incorrectly assuming current woes were caused by the recently ever-present lack of balance inside her head, she'd done everything she knew to fix it, then turned to the little bits of painfree heaven in a bottle nike_dot_com had introduced her to. One didn't help ... two didn't help... a handful only increased her discomfort -- all which were signs of an overdose, to those who understood these things. Harmonia was not one of them.
She drifted, in and out of sleep, in and out of reality, in and out of various forms of being, skin occasionally turning a scaly green reminiscent of serpentine days. Nightmares occasionally wracked her frame, which never uncurled from her fetal ball -- other times she was stiller then death. She was spiraling down, and lost.