Most of the time, this was good. It meant she didn't have to spend half as much on drugs as she was tripping balls near constantly anyway.
But other times it was horrible. I'd catch her shuddering when no one else was there to see, her whole body rippling and spasming with pain when she didn't think any one would notice. Tears spilling over the lids of her eyes only to be scrubbed away fiercely before they could even start their pilgrimage down her cheeks.
From what I figured, the only rest she ever got was when she passed out on those nights when she hit the bottle hard enough that it decided to hit her back.
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