She searches her trunk for that special little box, that hidden treasure that will make her forget.
She shoves aside countless items to reach it, triumphant when she grasps the edge of it.
She knows she shouldn't be doing this. But she can't stop. It hurts so good.
Inside the box, she counts out what she has left. Enough for now.
She doesn't know exactly what drug is in the syringe, but she knows it helps her forget.
She ties a tourniquet around her upper arm, making sure it's secure. She takes a sharp breath, pushing the needle in.
She tugs it out, untying the tourniquet with her free hand. She places a small bandage over the puncture wound.
She knows whatever she just injected, is extremely strong, as she's already feeling the effects.
She quietly tucks away the box back in her chest, covering it with other items.
She heads out to where the others are, doing her best not to tip anyone off at her current state. She stumbles briefly, but manages to catch herself before she falls.
Wren catches a glimpse of her, jumping up from her chair to rush after her.
"Iz!"
Izzy slowly whirls around to face her. Wren's looking at her with worried eyes.
"I haven't seen you in three days. Where have you been?"
Izzy only shrugs, purposely avoiding the other's gaze. Wren just now takes in Izzy's appearance, deep bruises under her eyes, paler then usual, the long jacket and pants.
Wren knows this can only mean one of two things.
"Iz, are you high?"
Izzy's blank stare gives her the answer she's looking for.
