Sylvia was sure her teeth were chipped with how often she'd been grounding them. She shifted and stilled almost instantly when a large, warm  hand landed on her knee. She didn't even dare to breath as the rest of the café continued as normal around them. Her mother was slowly eating her sandwich, long fingers twitching against the side of the bread. Arron's fingers twitched and withdrew, Sylvia's sink felt seared and in a way she rather not think about. 

[i]IL going to go hike and shower unto my skim in pink.[/i] After twenty minutes Sylvia noted the the twitching in both had gotten worse, she knew what that meant. They needed a fix, Sylvia moved to stand, only to pause when a vise-like grip fell on her arm. Nails dug into her skin as Margaret rose and linked their arms together, Arron follows after leaving a few bills on the table. 

"Accompany us outside, dear. It's getting late and we have work tomorrow." Her mother cooed as they passed Haley and James, once outside, the grip on her arm vanishes and another takes its place. 

"Want one to?" Arron whispered in her ear, Sylvia stiffened and subtly tried to pull away, his fingers digging in deeper have her stilling. 

"No." She manages, the familiar smell of toxic aroma fill the air and Arron's fingers vanish only for something else to take its place. Sylvia only has a moment to panic, before the needle pierces her skin and both Arron and her mother are gone. Swallowing and turning, she renters the café and heads straight for the backroom, hee pace already slowing. 

They'd done this when she was a kid, injecting her with the same thing they were currently addicted to. She'd built up a tolerance to it after the first few times, however now wasn't like the other times. She'd been away from them for three years now,  the warmth that was spreading through her body was oddly relaxing. When she reached her locker, she fumbled with her lock before managing to open it, she manages to grab her clothes before her legs give. Hissing when her knees collide with the ground, she tugs off her uniform before somehow managing to get her regular, dry clothes one once more. Shakily rising to her feet, she makes her way with determination to the door. 

James opens it and takes one look at her and steps back. Sylvia swallows and opens her mouth to speak, James shakes his head and gestures for her to go. She smiles and stumbles toward the door then out it, the warmth that came from the injection point had her teeth gritting. 

[i]Home...get...home[/i] Her thoughts were muddled, she began her trek home, knowing full well she might not get that far. She was going to try, she wasn't one go down without a fight. [@Briza]