[open]pretty things in life

[rosemary casey beutler]

casey was having issues finding her drug of choice, meth, and so the withdrawal symptoms were setting in on the poor small girl. she was depressed, hungry and completely fatigued. she had been sleeping and eating nonstop for almost a week. now, she needed a little pick me up and she was glad she kept a stash of mary j in her underwear drawer. she finally managed to get her butt out of her bed and to her dresser and opened the drawer and found the baggie with two already rolled joints. she didn't need much, so she grabbed her lighter, a joint, and walked out her room. ignoring the child and parent that was there. she would usually just light up and go at it in the room but there was a young baby and casey wasn't cruel.

going to the side of the dorm buildings she lit up and took a hit before settling down on the ground. the blonde girl always bought her marijuana laced with a smidgen of meth to help with the withdrawal symptoms. so she sat there and after about four hits she put it down and she could already feel the buzz. she felt good and hungry, more of a symptom from the pot than a withdrawal symptom but either way she needed to get her ass to the kitchen. but she was still in her pajamas and so she headed back to her room and stuck the joint in the bag and stuffed it in her drawer and looked for something to wear.

finding a good outfit, she slid her clothes on and did her makeup. she wasn't about to look ugly, even if she was going to go stuff her mouth full of chocolaty food and crazy delicious things. it took her a couple outfit changes and makeup changes before she was satisfied enough with her appearance to leave her room and walk the way to the kitchen. when she got there, she threw her jacket on the counter and rummaged through the cabinets, finding crackers and squeezy cheese, cookies, and popcorn. she stuck the popcorn in the microwave and hopped up on the cabinet and began to stuff her mouth full of food, feeling better by the minute. then slowly her buzz was dying and she was getting irritable again and when someone walked through the kitchen door she frowned."get out," she said, with a cruelty that dripped in her words.

she wanted to curse at the person for ruining her buzz, even if the buzz was just going away on its own. she was blaming the person in front of her, and she crossed her arms. she wasn't a girl who cursed or fought and she wasn't about to change because of the irritability brought on by her withdrawals. no. casey was going to make this person's life a living hell in other ways.

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word count: four hundred and eighty-six
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notes: <.< casey is so..idek xD