She sat on the bathroom floor in the shelter she was staying at.

She held the lighter underneath the spoon, watching as the black tar melted into an almost green liquid.

Once it was completely melted, Kayla took a hold of the needle; injecting the drug as it rose up to the top.

She bootlegged her arm; forcing the veins to pop out.

She continued to inject the needle until her world became a black haven.

A numbing aptitude for the broken.