This is the biggest mistake you've ever made in your life. And you're just getting started. You don't know what happened to her, but she was a good girl and now she's dead. > You try in vain to wake her up. She doesn't respond. She's not breathing. You can't do anything else except wait for death to take her. > You get 9-1-1 on the horn. You hear the voice of the operator but none of the words reach your brain over the sound of your panicked heartbeat. "You've got to send somebody. I think she's dead," you manager to croak out over the phone. "Sir, what is your location? Who's dead?" "We were just messing around.". The dispatcher hangs up on you. > You sob over the girl's corpse. The world has gone dark. > You feel an unpleasant coldness when you wake up. It takes several minutes to gain enough awareness of your surroundings to recognize that you're lying upon a corpse. The body feels like it weighs about as much as you do. Your eyes are wide open, staring at the ground. There's no way that this could be real. How did you end up here? What have you done? Why aren't you dead yet? > You vow to never shoot up heroin again. The thought makes you sick. "What…what are you doing?" A deep voice asks from behind you. Your head snaps around to see a man with long hair standing before you. He wears jeans and a black hoodie. His face looks pale and his skin seems almost leathery. His mouth appears slightly crooked, giving him a very creepy appearance. His hands appear calloused. He holds a pistol pointed directly at your head. "I'm sorry, but we need to talk". His tone sounds so sincere, like he really wants to help you. But then why would he want to kill you? > You cry. "I'm sorry. I didn't want her to die. I just wanted her to feel as good as I did when I shot dope.". The stranger smiles warmly at you. "Don't worry, baby. We'll fix all that shit. Just let me hold you while I give you my blessing". "No! No!" you scream. "Please, please, no! Please, no! Don't hurt me!" He steps back slowly. "Baby, if you keep crying like that, I won't come any closer". Your tears fall down into your chest. > You crumple into a ball on top of the dead girl. The stranger walks away without another word. Your last memories are those of being held by a strange man who said he loved you and telling you how beautiful you are. > You call your dealer and ask if he has any dope. When he tells you it's sold out, you decide to go home and sleep off the effects of your overdose. The next day, you realize you still haven't eaten or drank anything since you woke up. > You hear a knock on the door. When you open it, two uniformed police officers are standing there. "Are you Miss Abigail Tuft?" one of them asks. you can barely muster the strength to nod your head. "Good, because we found some bodies under your house yesterday. One male, one female. They both overdosed on drugs and they died instantly. Now, where's Mr. Jones?" "Mr. Jones lives upstairs", you say. "Well hurry up, cause we're going to search his place too. If he hasn't already moved out, we're gonna kick his ass out of his house. Come on boys, lets go!". > You are confused. You knew about the girl, but don't remember any men with you and Heather while you were shooting up heroin under the house. Then again, neither does anyone else... > You look underneath the house. Inside the garage there's a car which was left running. In the trunk is a small baggie containing white powder. Then there's the closet, which contains more bags of white powder. And finally, inside the basement there's a bathroom. On the floor is a large amount of blood. Someone must've been trying to clean themselves off after using heroin. > You rejoice at finding heroin in the garage. You lock the door to make sure the cops outside don't interrupt, and then cut a line of that fine China White on the hood of the car. You can barely keep yourself from shaking long enough to snort the dope. Once you finish sniffing it, you drive off towards the city center. > You feel alive. > You get High Again After driving for several hours, you arrive at the university campus. It's not quite as big as Brockton Bay University, but its pretty well known among students and locals alike. As soon as you park your car, a group of girls walk over to you. They seem to know something about what happened to you and Heather. Some of them even recognize you. Most of them stare blankly ahead, looking lost. One of them speaks up. "Hey Abby! Where's Heather?" > You say, "She's gone. She's not coming back. I'm sorry." you walk away and do a bump of heroin off your dashboard before class. A few minutes later, someone calls out to you. "Abby! Are you okay?" A tall skinny guy wearing glasses approaches you. "Yeah, yeah, I'm fine," you reply. "Are you sure?" he asks. "You look a mess." "I said I'm fine," you snap. "Look, I'm sorry, but I've got to get to class." "Oh, okay. We'll talk later?" "Sure." Heather would be so proud. Later that night, you sit alone in your dorm room, staring at the ceiling. There's nothing much to do here except study and shoot up heroin. No parties, no clubs, no music, just studying and taking hits off a needle. Not exactly the most exciting thing in the world, but hey, you have money now, so why bother? Plus, this way you don't have to deal with people anymore. Who wants to hang out with an addict anyway? Besides, everyone knows you used to sell crack and stuff when you were high. > You don't feel high enough. Shoot up again. The following morning, you wake up early and take another hit off your little glass pipe. Once again, you find yourself feeling very happy. Happy like you never felt before. Well, maybe not really happy, but definitely happier than usual. Maybe you should try harder to impress these girls. Why waste all that energy doing stupid shit when you could be having fun instead? As you begin walking down the street, you pass by many other junkies who also appear to be having a good time. Sure, they might be smoking weed and drinking beer, but their attitude seems different. Their eyes are less vacant and lifeless, and they smile at you sometimes. These types usually aren't attracted to you, but if you wanted to fuck them, you'd probably have sex with every single one of them. (And yes, you think about fucking each and every one of them) But alas, you decide against such things today. Instead, you continue to stroll aimlessly through the streets. Eventually, you see a familiar face: Brenda sitting on a bench near a dumpster. Her hair is disheveled and she looks tired. What gives? Is she sick? > You sit down next to Brenda. "Hi Brenda," you say. "What's wrong?" "Well... you're.." . Brenda begins to say, but then stops herself. "It's none of my business," she says quietly. "But... but... how come you didn't tell me anything?" "Because I thought you knew already," you say. "So how did you know?" "Just because we both use drugs doesn't mean we're friends. In fact, we shouldn't even be together". "Why not?" you ask. "We live too far apart for us to go anywhere together. The only reason why we're hanging out is because you need some help getting into classes". "How do you know where I live?" "I saw your driver's license," Brenda says. > You kiss Brenda. "Thanks," you say. Brenda smiles at you. "Don't mention it. Anyway, let's get to school. You can drive me there". "Okay," you say. Afterwards, you head home. When you arrive home, you park your car in the garage and start climbing into bed. After pulling your clothes off, you fall asleep immediately. > You dream of Heather. She tells you that she has been trying to make plans to meet up with you, but hasn't had any luck yet. Then, she goes on to explain that she thinks you two will eventually hook up somehow. At least, that's what she told her boyfriend Brad yesterday. He seemed pretty excited about the idea. Of course, you wonder why Heather wouldn't tell you something sooner, rather than waiting until after she went over to his house to give him the news. Later that night, you awaken from your sleep. While you still haven't gotten dressed, you hear Brenda calling out to you. > You walk downstairs and hug Brenda. "Don't ever leave me.". She hugs you back. Afterwards, you realize that you forgot to pack your bags last night. So, you grab your jacket and backpack and put them on. You look around and notice that everything is as it was yesterday. Except for the new girl in your class named Kelly. Apparently, she got kicked out of her own house due to being a bad influence on the others. And while you understand that kids change throughout the year, you always wondered why someone would kick a kid out of their house. > You ask Kelly if she knows where to find heroin, as your supply is getting dangerously low and your dealer hasn't been responding to any of your texts. Kelly explains to you that all you have to do is follow the signs and take the bus route which leads directly to an abandoned warehouse. Once there, you'll find a big baggie filled with white powder inside. As soon as you open it, you feel like you're going to die. However, when you finally inhale the fumes, you experience a rush unlike anything before. Within seconds, you begin feeling euphoric, happy, energetic, etc. Everything feels so great that you don't care about your surroundings or yourself anymore. All you want to do is stay high and enjoy this moment forever. > You snort the entire baggie of heroin. A few minutes later, you pass out completely. > You never wake up. The EndPermalink