Blood and Billions
No attempt at disguise.
Her nails bit into her palms, drawing blood. The withdrawal memories surged uninvited: the bone-deep cold, the vomiting, the feeling of insects burrowing under her scalp. But alongside the horror came the memory of the warmth. The golden, syrupy weightlessness that made the world stop hurting. The feeling that Jeff, the van, the ditch, and the betrayal of Robbin and Nora were just bad dreams from someone else’s life.
Addiction is muscle memory. It doesn’t need permission to restart the engine. She let herself feel it—the racing pulse, the phantom itch at the crook of her elbow.
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