In raw form

She lie naked on the marble floor curled up in the fetal position, protecting her sacred stash of iridescent powder. The shower water was still running and her skin was wet and warm like morning dew from its drops. The marble was cold and goosebumps began to emerge slowly covering her body. She couldn't remember how she got onto the floor but she was blissful. Someone wanted her stash and they weren't gonna get it because she had beat them to it. Her eyes danced as she examined the glorious pile on the floor. It reminded her of a mountain snow cap- it was flawless and serene in its splendor. She took a bit onto her finger and rubbed it across her gums, then breathed heavily as she inhaled directly from the pile. She began to laugh hysterically at the sensation in her nose and the resulting crimson river that flowed from her left nostril. She rolled over onto her knees and crawled over to the roll of tissue paper hanging next to the toilet. A trail of red drops followed her and made abstract designs on the gold and rust colored marble that resembled fiery flames. She wiped her nose and examined the impromptu artwork the surrounded her. They indeed looked like flames- could this be hell? Had she finally discovered the place where all others rather not dwell? The place she was always warned about? The place people spent their lives sacrificing to avoid? The crimson flames seemed to mock her, laugh at her. As if they knew there was no way she could ever escape them. She was in hell. The truest hell that ever existed- a self-imposed death sentence. She had burdened herself with a pain her mind and body could not  manage and would use anyone or anything to numb her reality. She secretly wished for the powder she loved so dearly to end her misery and end her life. If she couldn't die enjoying the artificial fleeting happiness that drugs provided, she could never stomach dying sober and would rather live for eternity. She silently screamed for someone to save her. She looked down and saw someone's feet. They were delicate and familiar. A voice called to her and she looked up, somewhat blinded by the bright bathroom lights.

"Suri, girl what have you gotten yourself into this time?" It was Aryn. She was just like her old self again. She smiled and placed her hand on her hip in the sassy manner that was so unique to her personality.
"Do I need to take you home? You look like you've been partying a bit hard today," she chuckled.
Suri smiled and replied "Oh don't mind me, I'm just living life in the fast lane."
"Well you know we don't have much time to waste. They'll be here any minute. You might want to get yourself dried off and put something on. This is no good." She held up a white dress with a red stain and dirty frayed seams. The dress looked like it had been burned with a cigarette and bore a small hole where the burn must have occurred  She shaked her head disapprovingly at the site of it. Aryn tossed the dress at Suri, walked over beside her, and whispered in her ear-
"What are you gonna do when you realize you already have everything?"
"What do you mean? I don't have anything," Suri whispered.
"You have it all," Aryn replied.
"I have nothing! I HAVE NOTHING!" Suri screamed as she swung her arms wildly at the air. Aryn had gone, and she was left alone, cold and naked on the bathroom floor. Who is the savior to those needing to be saved from themselves? She had become nothing more than a fragment of a person desperately searching for its missing parts.