A new way to bleed
Kavielle POV
She served her purpose I guess, offering a moment of contentedness; the feelings of sorrow drowned out by a peak of pleasure. Maybe it was the right answer all along; Drew had the right idea, a bit of sex could make it hurt less, even if just for a little while.
Retreating inside, I laid back in my bed, the urge to wallow taking over again. What would it take to feel normal again? What number of pleasures did it take to feel whole again?
There was nothing left in my life to distract me. I quit working, Vincent hadn't called on me, even though he promised… Madison was in the throws of a new relationship. What did that leave me with?
Drugs?
As much as I hated the drugs they put me on while in the hospital, now, it felt good to have that numbness overtake me. I slept anywhere from 9-16 hours a day, most of it dreamless, death-like sleep.
Alcohol?
