A Drug Induced State ((CLOSED))

[Josephine Bowman S7]

((This post is rated PG-13 for adult concepts and language.
Read at your own discretion))

Long black hair cascaded down the milky white skin of the sixteen-year-old girl. Deep blue orbs glistened with a familiar glint of a drug-induced state. Digits slowly ran along her face as she stared deeply at the mirror in her bedroom. Her form was beautiful…even she could admit it. Unlike most girls her age Josephine Bowman did not lack in self-confidence. Not anymore to be exact. There had been a time when she didn’t know she was beautiful…now however; with the drug running her mind she found beauty in everything. Standing there in front of the mirror wearing nothing but the suit she was born in beauty was all around her. It glittered and glowed from her, her skin actually seemed to sparkle as she moved slightly to the left and then the right. A smile came to her lips. Most would probably look at this sight as a girl finally coming to terms with who she was, but there was nothing in this moment that made Josephine come to terms. The red liquid had been responsible for her current mood.

“What are you doing?” a deep, dark voice asked as hands slowly encircled her pulling her back against his rigid form.

Josephine sank into those arms…those protective arms, if that’s what they were…. Those arms had never held anyone protectively, especially not in the last two years. Yet now, those arms were wrapped around Jo as if they really cared about her. She didn’t see the look in those dark hazel eyes, the soulless pits that stared out at her. All she could see was the man who had given her a moments peace…someone that had taken the pain away and bestowed in it’s place the pleasure she longed for. That’s what Stephen Donahue did to those around him…he took away their pain and in the place left a dark addictive need that no one besides him could satisfy. Her hand slowly slid up the arm that held her as she stared at him in the mirror. He was as dressed as she was and last night’s escapades came back in a rush of colour, music, and pleasure.

“Seeing if I look any different…” she said softly as she turned around in his arms so she could face him and not the mirror.
“Still look the same to me. Are you coming back to bed?” he asked, everything seeming irrelevant to him beside the ‘back to bed’ comment.
“I should probably get home…my mother will be getting worried.”
“I thought you said she wouldn’t even notice you were gone?”
“That was last night.”
“Are you coming back?”
“Not tonight…I’ll need to get a vial before I leave.”

Those arms that were wrapped around her went rigid and Josephine felt Stephen’s body tense up. It wasn’t a secret that Stephen Donahue had no patience and lacked any form of anger management. His arms slowly withdrew…like he was trying to control himself, but Josephine wasn’t convinced…she knew that she had said something wrong, what it was she had no idea. All she knew was that he was always taking things she said wrong. Moving quickly his hand came up and grabbed the back of her neck turning her around so she could face the mirror. His other hand drew her body back against his. Her eyes shut tight, trying to keep from looking at the anger that poured from those dark eyes of his.

“Look at yourself!” he growled as he shook her until her eyes slowly opened up again. Blue orbs watched the image in the mirror, her own image, yet it seemed to be the image of a different girl. It wasn’t her in that mirror right then…it was just some poor girl that had said the wrong thing, a girl that wasn’t her at all. Pain flared across the back of her neck, but she was too high to notice it as more than just a pinprick of sensation. “Do you think you own this body? Do you think you’d even still be here if you hadn’t come to me in the middle of the night all those months ago? You needed me…you needed to forget. I have the power to make you forget. Don’t think that what I give you is yours already, no…you pay for her, and you earn it. So if you come back tonight you will earn it again…but I won’t be giving any to you before that.” His whispered anger into her ear made her cringe and shiver with fear as he pushed her to get her away from him.

Josephine’s thin frame slammed a bit into the wall and mirror in front of her, her hands grasping onto the trimming as if that’d keep her from ending up on the ground. Her eyes remained on the mirror and the part of her form that was still visible; something had caught her eye. It was a bruise…the bruise she had gotten two days ago when she hadn’t done something right. She’d deserved it…there was no doubt in her mind that she didn’t deserve that bruise and a part of her mind wondered if the pain that was throbbing in her left shoulder where she had hit the wall first would be bruised tomorrow as well as the back of her neck. There wasn’t any way of knowing however and even if there was Jo knew that it was okay. She knew that those bruises would be a reminder of how she needed to treat the one that supplied her…the one that gave her pleasure and took away her pain. She slowly turned to lean against the wall and look at Stephen. “You’re right…I’m sorry. You’re too good to me.”

Stephen eyed her in disgust for a moment before waving his hand at her. “You’re dirty. Go home or go clean up. Come back tonight and we’ll discuss on whether or not you can earn yourself another vial since you went through the last one so quickly.” Stephen turned from her, not even caring to look at the girl’s nude figure any longer. He was in no mood to deal with an ungrateful little girl and that’s all she was, ungrateful and greedy. Bending over he picked up a pair of pants his form going rigid as a delicate hand softly touched his back. Straightening up he looked down at Josephine and quirked a brow at her as she slowly slide her hand around from his back to his chest.

“Is it possible to earn some right now? The day will be dull without you and I want something to remember you by while I deal with all the guests and socialites my mother is forcing upon me…” Josephine said in a soft, sultry voice. She needed more. There was no way she’d make it through the day…she’d get sober and then the pain would return, the memory of her guilt would be too difficult to live with and she’d go stark raving made from the pain. The drug was the only thing that could sustain her. The only thing that kept her from falling into the painful world she hated so much. That was why she’d come to Stephen in the first place.

Stephen wasn’t fooled by her sudden change, if a change was what you called it. She was still demanding more of the precious drug that was harder than hell to come by, at least now she has asked instead of demanding…wishing to earn some more. It wasn’t time yet…he was too close to running out. Her addiction was getting fed more and more, becoming more intense. He would make her wait…make her crazed with the need and then she’d be willing to do anything for it, to go get the drug herself. It would make Stephen’s life less dangerous…if she was willing to get it than he could sit back in the corner safe and sound within these walls. Stephen may have been crazy, but he wasn’t suicidal. He had no use for thoughts of death and suicide and most definitely didn’t like putting his life in danger. He felt he was too important for that and he was.

Batting her hand away with his he grabbed her chin roughly. “I said no blood sucking b****. And you won’t be getting any tonight either. You need to learn to control yourself. You think trying a new tactic on me will get you what you want when you haven’t learned your lesson at all? I’m not gullible Josey and I’m certainly not stupid so don’t even pretend to try to get me to change my mind on something that I’ve already decided on. Or you’ll find the punishment you got last night was just the beginning of a nightly encounter. Now you will return tonight, no questions asked,” Stephen growled as he used her chin to guide her body around making sure she kept her eyes fully on his before releasing her. “Go get dressed and get out of my sight.”

Josephine felt the cold dark world descend around her. Panic was seeping into her veins. How could he refuse her? How could she question his authority? The colours that had once been so vivid were dying quickly. Sobriety wouldn’t be far off and if that was true than she knew the pain would return. She didn’t have enough of the drug to last her through the night until she could return…and even so he flat out told her she wouldn’t be getting any tonight either. She was lost without the drug and yet he didn’t seem to care! The panic was overwhelming, but Jo didn’t question him. Instead she turned from him grabbing up her clothes that were ripped and torn on the ground. She didn't know how she was going to get home...normally he'd Apparate her, but she didn't think he would do that now. She wrapped her arms around the clothes looking at trying to put them back together as she left his room. She stole into the water closet, her breathing ragged as she pulled on her clothes the best she could. The strap of her tank hanging off her shoulder, torn down the middle. Tears were starting to slowly slide down her face and she had to fight them off and breathe deep as she slipped from the room and out his door. The rags she wore would draw attention from passerby's, but at the moment all she cared about was getting far away from the man who was breaking her down.

[Josephine Bowman S7]

The streets were crowded with Muggles at that time of day in London…normally it would have been appalling for Josephine Bowman to be amongst them. She despised them like any member of her house, but right then the only thing that mattered was putting distance between herself and Stephen Donahue. Stephen…her Stephen…he was her boyfriend…if that’s what you called it? She’d been with him all summer, doing whatever he asked of her. There wasn’t anything she wouldn’t do for him and last night…last night she’d given him everything she had…the last of her innocence. Now, there was nothing left to give him and he’d known it. That’s why he’d tossed her out like a common gnome without so much as a last vial of a much-needed drug. Hands were already shaking. A panic attack was well on it’s way as she buried her chin in her chest, her hair falling over her face to keep it hidden from the Muggles that were watching her so carefully. It was like they knew she was about to go crazy any moment…like she would crack and start blowing them away with her wand. That was impossible though, they didn’t know who she was…or what she was. They were just lowly Muggles…they didn’t know anything.

Of course that didn’t stop her from wrapping her arms tightly around her body as she walked with her head down, avoiding eye contact. There was only so much she could take and this humiliation…this walk of shame in the morning was more than she could stand. A crude laugh interrupted her thoughts and for a moment her blue orbs flitted up to glare at the man that had laughed. His laughter silenced by the dangerous look in her eyes. Everything was spinning out of control at that moment, her whole world crashing down around her. The drug was seeping from her veins…the world righting itself and the pain and memories that she’d deliberately tried to rid herself of were threatening to overflow. Her stride quickened with each beat of her heart until she could no longer walk this shameful walk…her feet hitting the pavement in quick succession as she ran through the streets of London. She felt the tears sting her eyes, rolling down her face in a tear stained mess. This wasn’t how the night was supposed to go…she wasn’t supposed to be out here amongst these lowly Muggles. Then again…Stephen wasn’t supposed to treat her like he did…that terrifying look in his eyes. He would haunt her every waking dream and nightmare…he would frighten her for years to come.

Josephine didn’t know how long she ran…didn’t know how many people she’d pushed aside or knocked to the ground as she hurried through the crowds of Muggles. The only thing she cared about was getting back to the place she called home…to her own room and everything in it that would make her feel safe and wanted. Home was full of memories, however…and without the drugs she’d find herself in a world of pain. Especially since her mother would be forcing her to go to some social for some kid Josephine hardly remembered. The anger filled her mind briefly, beating out the pain and shame, as she clenched her fists tight as she ran. Long black hair cascaded down her back and out from her frame, caught in the wind she was creating as she moved. Her home wasn’t too far away…All she would have to do is slip into the Leaky Cauldron and take the Floo Network back home. It was the quickest route and she could see the sign for the Leaky Cauldron already. Form unconsciously slowed as she slipped around people now, her breathing heavy and hard as she pressed a hand to the stitch in her side before moving through the doors and into the crowded bar full of witches and wizards.

No one paid her any mind as she moved to one of the registered Floo Network fireplaces. She pulled out a Knut and placed it in the hand of the stone guardian that stood near the fireplace. It bowed its thanks and poured enough Floo Powder in her hand for her to use. Stepping into the fireplace as quickly as possible she dropped the powder to the ground. “Anne Bowman’s Manor,” she spoke as clearly as possible as the green flames erupted all about her and the spinning began as she fell through fireplace after fireplace before arriving in a very familiar fireplace…in a very familiar living room. Stepping out of the fireplace she felt a rush of something a kin to nausea as she braced herself against the back of the brown and black sofa, her head bent down looking at the ground as if that would keep the world from spinning. The world always seemed to be spinning anymore.

“Where have you been?”

[Elena Bowman S1]

The sound of a rushing mother woke the eleven year old from her restful night of sleep. Eyes slowly opened revealing bright blue orbs, pupils gradually adjusting to the light that shone in through the East facing window. It was morning…sometime in the morning. Elena Faye Bowman was never quite sure what time in the morning it was, but it was suffice to say it was all the same to her. Like her sister before her the morning had never been her favorite time of day. She much preferred the dead of night with the stars and moon. Unfortunately for her no one seemed to operate when the sun set, meaning her want to stay in the darkness was unsupported by the wizarding society in which she lived. Not for long she hoped. Pulling the covers back over her head she turned her back to the sunlight intending to return to the dream world in which she had been apart of something much greater than herself.

A knock sounded briefly at her door before the door quickly opened. “Elena it’s time to get up. We are expected at the Brennan house in less than three hours. Where is your sister? Did she take another morning walk?” Anne Bowman asked as she bustled around her daughter’s room, pulling out a simple dress. Elena didn’t bother pulling the blanket down to look at her mother. She didn’t want…didn’t want to get up and really didn’t want to go to some part for some guy that she only talked to once or twice. The Brennan’s had been her mother’s friends and Logan had been Brianna’s friend. Not hers. She’d hardly spoken five words to the guy over the course of the many years she’d known him…so why did she have to go to some stupid welcome home party? Groaning under the covers Elena didn’t make any motion to move at all and the curt look her mother gave her went unnoticed as Anne moved to the bed. “Elena Faye Bowman…you get out right this instant or you’ll be grounded from doing anything for the rest of the summer before you begin at Hogwarts and I won’t buy you any new robes.” The forceful tone of her mother made her groan again. She knew her mother meant business and as such she rolled back over, bringing the blanket down off her head…cold blue orbs stared up at her mother in annoyance.

“Have something to say to me?” Anne asked with raised eyebrows, her arms crossing over her chest.

“No,” Elena muttered as she sat up, pulling the blankets off her body. Her mother nodded her head in acceptance and slipped out of her room. The young girl turned her nose up at the outfit her mother pulled out and instead walked back to the closet finding a silky green dress. She wasn’t about to be caught dead in a simple black dress; it wasn’t as if she was going to a funeral…though she wasn’t quite sure if it wasn’t in a way. Shaking her head she bustled around her room, starting to get dressed and fusing with her hair. She’d reached that age where she indeed felt it was necessary to look her best at every moment of every day. No one was going to catch her looking terrible in any way, shape or form. Unlike her older sister who seemed to be losing some of her class lately. Elena looked up to Josephine a lot…wanted to be just like her, but that didn’t mean that she found her sister infallible. There were quite a few things that she could use help with or she had lost control of. Some of those things had real reasons behind them, but Elena didn’t know that, nor would she ever as Josephine was quite clear in her dealings with her sister, always trying to hide something from the prying eyes of the eleven year old.

Elena nodded her head at the finished image in the mirror, her eyes lined with the black eyeliner and mascara…the look subtle but noticeable. Smiling at her image before blowing a kiss at the mirror she picked up her small purse, pulling the long strap up on her shoulder as she left her room, bounding down the stairs to the living room. Her mother was still running around the house somewhere, undoubtedly trying to find Jo. What her mother didn’t know was as Elena took her seat on the couch the fire flared to life with a green light and there stood Josephine, stepping out. The first thing Elena noticed was the fact that her clothes were ripped and looked rather disheveled as if she had thrown them on quickly. It was obvious her sister had had an encounter with her boyfriend…the scariest guy on Earth, but her boyfriend nonetheless. Josephine didn’t seem to have noticed Elena and so she crossed her arms over her green dress and looked up at her sister from her seat on the couch. “Where have you been?”

Josephine jumped at the sound of Elena’s voice and Elena quirked a brow up at her. Her sister was jumpy? Now why on Earth would she be jumpy? Unless of course something had happened to her to make her jump…Elena’s arms fell away from her chest as her sister put a finger to her lips and looked around to see if their mother was going to show up at the sound of the fire springing to life. After a moment of silence and no noise to make the assumption that their mother had heard Josephine looked back at her. “I was out. Shouldn’t you be in bed?”
Elena rolled her eyes at her sister. “Did you forget? We’re supposed to be at the Brennan’s in about an hour. Mum has been throwing a fit about not being able to find you.”
Josephine cursed rather unlady like before she sighed. “Tell her I was out for a walk.”
“With your boyfriend?” Elena asked.
Josephine glared over at her sister for a moment, letting Elena know just how bad that decision would be if she chose to go there. “If you dare tell her about me coming from the fireplace I’ll make sure you never become a Queen of Slytherin.” Josephine knew her sister wanted in that elite club more than anything else and sure enough her sister glared briefly before nodding.
“Fine. I’ll tell her you were out in the garden. You better hurry. You look terrible.” Josephine rolled her eyes before taking off up the stairs. Elena rolled her eyes, as well, at her sister’s retreating form, leaning back in the couch and crossing her arms over her chest with a huff.