She

She was addicted, afflicted, affected and infected in all of the most horrible ways. 

She took pills and shots and liquids and concoctions that she kept in boxes that she got from drug stores where pharmacists called her by name and smiled when she slurred. 

She ached and she quivered and she shook at the thought of running low. 

She protected her collection like a thief – constantly cautious of those who would step in and try to ‘save’ her from herself.