He may not be my prince charming, but I can’t call myself a princess in my state. I’ve become a pathetic, low life, heroin junkie. Dependent on deception and manipulation to obtain my means for survival. Survival has been redefined for me out here on the streets. It no longer entails food, shelter, and a …
The needle penetrates through the skin and hits the vein immediately. I can actually feel the success of the hit and see Tyler’s relief, as he witnesses the blood pour into the barrel. He slowly pushes the demon in. Reminding me with a whisper to sit still. Instantly, I can taste the heroin in the …
Whoa! If there is anything I’ve learned after all these years of watching stupid talk shows is that you don’t bring a knife to a gun fight. Granted, I don’t believe either one of these guys is carrying a literal gun; however, they are men, so by nature, they are physically stronger than us. This …
The nerve of this guy. He calls me up time and time again and acts like nothing has happened between us. Why do I keep answering my phone for him? In fairness, I didn’t realize who was on the other line of this particular phone call but I digress, I would have answered it had …
Are you kidding me right now? My face matches Eric’s face of pure panic and without any sense of logical reasoning, I too pat myself down frantically, as if it will somehow produce the car keys. This cannot be happening. If the heroin would allow me to feel any kind of real emotion, I would …
My eyes struggle to meet Eric’s in the darkness surrounding us. Tara is calling my phone. If I answer it, I will be forced to speak and could give away our location. If I ignore the call we won’t know if she suspects it was us attempting to rob her mere moments ago. Eric urges …
The nerve of this pathetic excuse for a human being! How dare he have the audacity to accuse me of stealing an iPhone that is in my name and on my credit to sell for dope. In truth, I was nowhere near his phone, as I was in the kitchen getting my smoke on and …
I can’t breathe. This is it. The birds are chirping around my head and the lights are going dim. The darkness behind Eric’s eyes has now taken over until there is no remnant of color left in his dilated, angry pupils. My hands frantically pull at the grip he has around my mouth and nose …
My entire body is heavy with heroin. The feeling of opiates taking over my ability to feel anything is familiar. Its intoxicating escape causes me to succumb to its seduction; I am unable to resist its sweet lures. I welcome death. Death is a sweet alternative to fighting to overcome this sickness, this hell, I’m …
There is nothing like the feeling of a new iPhone in the palm of your hand. The last two days with Eric have been amazing, so naturally, I put two phones on a plan and gave him one. He has been so attentive to my needs, calmed my tears when I cried about missing my …
