#special thanks to the weeknd for making a bop that gave me some thoughts

[hecatescrystaldagger]

𝓲 𝔀𝓪𝓷𝓽 𝔂𝓸𝓾 𝓽𝓸 𝓸𝓭 𝓻𝓲𝓰𝓱𝓽 𝓫𝓮𝓼𝓲𝓭𝓮 𝓶𝓮

Sally Mckenna x Reader

Taglist: @imstacysmomtm @cordeliaswhore@winters-witch-bitch @in-cordelias-coven @loverofallthingssarah

major trigger warning for: drug overdose, mentions of drugs (specifically heroin), description of a dead body, and suicide.

I finally managed to unlock the door to our crappy motel. My hands shake from an exhilarating combination of exhaustion and drunkenness. We all have our vices; Sally and I choose to live our lives dancing on the edge of destruction. We keep each other on the cliff, a chaotic tango of danger and safety. The dim lights bathe our room in an ugly urine yellow that somehow manages to highlight the grimness and stains of hundreds of strangers. The silence and stillness of the room hits me like a punch to the gut. Normally at this time, Sally is a chaotic mess. She’s normally dancing around as the heroin spreads its joy through her veins. The bathroom door is only half closed, and the flickering of led light outside fills the tiny room with flashes of blood red.

She’s collapsed on the floor. Her gear is on the bathroom counter and from the look of things, she’s on a trip to wonderland. Throwing my bag towards the bed, I go to check on her. I’ll probably have to drag her to bed and then tend to her wounds while she complains tomorrow. As I crouch beside her; the room flashes blood red again. She’s too cold. She’s too distant. She’s an empty shell. Her pulse is long gone. My hurricane of chaos has danced too close to the edge and now she’s fallen. She’s gone. As the room rhythmically flashes, I picture the beautiful colour that used to grace her cheeks when I told my awful jokes. I picture the blood that used to flow through her veins and fill her with life. Now all I can think of is the heroin that flows through her veins like a parasite. It stole her from me. My beautiful Sally that flirted with danger and gave her life in exchange for one more trip to wonderland.

As my blurry eyes look up from her corpse, I see the solution. She left enough. I can follow behind her. We don’t have to be apart. I grab her gear with shaking hands. This is it. I can’t live without her. I won’t live without her. Gently, I unwrap the belt from her cold arm. There’s no backing out now. I always said if she died I’d follow right behind her. I don’t even feel the needle piercing my skin. I push the devil into my veins on autopilot. Laying down on the floor of this dirty and broken bathroom; I curl into the side of my dead lover. Soon I’m going to rejoin her.