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The needle pierces through my skin as I feel the fluid flow through my body.  My eyes follow the needle up to the owner, but there was none. I stand in shock and panic as I search my surroundings; it was empty. The syringe hangs floppily from my right arm. I assume that I should feel different, but I feel normal.

I easily pull out the syringe from my skin and drop it on the concrete, hearing it bounce around before finally resting in place. I shake away any negative thoughts my mind feeds me and continue my short, eventless stroll home. The freezing, midnight air smacks my bare skin causing me to shiver. I immediately regret wearing a mini dress. I pull off my one inch heels and squeeze them once before throwing them into the trees. The blue sparkles match decorously with the tranquil midnight sky.

I stare at the sky, but all I see is azure. I blink a couple times then try gazing again, the only difference was the tiny brushstrokes of white filling throughout the sky. I look down at the neighborhood, hoping my blurry vision fades, but nothing changes. The blurriness hastily starts a throbbing in my head. I place my hands in front of me, searching for something firm to steady myself. I drowsily push myself forward, hoping to get closer to my house. After a certain point, I could no longer push myself further.

I hear a sonorous shriek in front of me and that's all it takes for the stone sidewalk to meet my face and my eyes to peacefully close.

The shriek turns into an elongated panic. "Blaire, honey, what did you do? Don't worry I'm calling the ambulance right now."

After that I relinquish and slowly lose conscious, knowing that I'll be alright.

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I jerk my eyes open as I feel an uncomfortable amount of pressure on my stomach. I register that I'm in a hospital as I see the doctor's lab coat fluttering in my face as she mutters something to my mother. My mother has tears streaming down her face as she nods to what the doctor's saying to her.

The doctor turns to me and she says, "How are you feeling?"

The question was pertaining my health, but her eyes give no concern to me at all. It seems like she's asking the question just because she needs to.

"Fine," I grumble.

The doctor places a hand on my mom's shoulder, as if my mom was the one that's injured.

"I'll let you tell her. I'm so sorry." The doctor's voice leaves no trance of sympathy. She opens the door, turns around and sighs at me before closing the door.

I sit up in my hospital bed although the soreness from my body tells me not to.

"Mom? What's going on?"

Her eyes turns to me and she loses it.

"What's going on?! Why don't you tell me?! The cops are coming to take you to jail!"

My eyes widen in shock, "What did I do?"

"Blaire! I thought we raised to better than this! Better than allowing you to go outside and consume as much drugs as your body desires!"

I gasp as tears start streaming down my face, "Mom, please believe me. I would never do such a thing."

"That's what I thought too, but the doctor took a test and you came out positive! You have been taking drugs, don't deny it!"

I get out of the bed and wince at the bitter cold ground, my mom's eyes widen as she rushes toward me and screams, "What are you doing!?"

"I can't go to jail," I mumble.

My mom grabs onto my shoulder and squeezes hard not letting go.

"Mom, let go!" I try to get her to release my shoulder.