The night of Halloween:

Daria usually didn't get many trick-or-treaters considering she moved around alot do to work, especially since they were back on the road now. She was surprised that Halloween landed on a weekend and she was able to celebrate it. She couldn't get too messed up, though, because she did have to go to Raw tomorrow and make sure everything was in order over there.

She'd bought a bag of Reese cups, pretending that she would use them "just in case" she heard her doorbell ring. But, really, she had the bag sitting on her lap and she was opening up one after the other and eating them in two bites. They were her favorite candy all year round. She was watching Halloween movies on TV. She'd already watched Hocus Pocus yesterday and she'd finished Beetlejuice. Now she was in the middle of Halloweentown. Those were her three favorite classics. She popped the last Reese cup in her mouth and gathered up the wrappers and shoved them in the bag. She was over the candy, and she wanted something else.

She was ready for drugs.

Violet had cut her off a few days ago. Sending her a text message saying that their arrangement was off and that she wouldn't be supplying her anymore with drugs. Daria was bummed out that she didn't get to use the drugs as an excuse to see Violet, but she found another dealer to get them off of. So all was not lost. There was always someone selling and looking to get money.

A few hours later:

Daria was high out of her mind. She didn't remember the last time she got so blitzed out of her mind. She couldn't see properly. Her vision was going blurry, but she got up from the couch and she made her way over to the kitchen, stumbling around to the fridge so that she could retrieve a bottle of already opened wine. She was on her way back to the living room when the bottle slipped from her hands and fell to the floor. She looked down as the glass shattered and red merlot was spreading all over the floor. She blinked a few times, her hand reaching back to steady herself against the island in the middle of the kitchen as she watched the puddle of alcohol spread wider. It reminded her of blood. Blood. So much blood.

Flashback to a few months ago:

It wasn't a secret that Daria was f***ed up after her last relationship. It had awoken bad habits that she'd acquired in her late teen years that she tried so hard to keep buried in her mind. But the demons always won in the end, didn't they? She'd gotten so drunk and high at the same time that she let herself indulge in those bad habits. She didn't remember much afterwards, but she remembered the pain during it. When she was cutting across her upper thigh until there was crimson dripping down her thigh. She'd been crying and hadn't know until a tear fell from her eye and landed on her open wound; the salt in her tear burning her. It felt so good though. Pleasure in pain, as they say. She was in the bathroom, sitting on the toilet with the lid closed. She tilted her head back and let herself enjoy her drunken high while she drained herself of her blood. She knew not to cut deep enough to require stitches, and she did it in a place that would normally be covered so that she wouldn't be questioned by it. 

She must have passed out, because when she woke up. She had to blink her eyes a few times to clear her mind. She was in her bathroom and she sort of remembered going in there to go to the bathroom at one point. When she went to stand up and that's when she saw a pool of blood on the floor. She didn't know what it was at first, until she looked at her thigh which was crusted with the same color. Harsh lines were on her skin and when she touched it, she winced at its tenderness. "F***... not again." She thought she was over doing this type of thing. The wound looked pretty deep, but it had stopped bleeding, which meant she didn't go too far into her flesh. She felt stupid for stooping so low and doing something that she knew she was better than. She stepped over the puddle and grabbed a washcloth, wetting it under hot water from the sink and cleaning her upper thigh, then she cleaned up her mess on the floor.

Present moment:

Daria shook her head back and forth, forcing herself to forget the memory that haunted her mind. But the wine was still there, triggering her so that she couldn't totally forget about what happened. She was so high and f***ed up that she felt triggered again, to do the same thing. Why not? Why wouldn't she do it? She really had nothing better to do. She was spending Halloween alone. She wasn't going out with any of her friends to any parties.

She grabbed her phone and she pulled up a text message, struggling to type out the words.

iMessage sent to Violet: I need your help.
iMessage sent to Violet: I...  I don't know what's going on.
iMessage sent to Violet: Please come over.

She hoped that her words made sense because she really couldn't see a thing. She left her phone on the island counter and she stepped over the puddle of wine and tripped over something that was on the ground. Her Docs. She hit the ground hard and she knew she was going to pass out. The last thing she heard before she was totally gone was the door bell ringing.

"Trick or treat!"