Snippet #2159595

After the phone call Erika hung up with a small smile.
"At least that takes care of one problem." She spoke to herself hugging her phone.
As she waited near a gas station she began to wonder what was it about the dragon that made it so good, and then the thought that crossed everyone's mind at least once, "Why not just drop the stuff all together?" the thoughts were now on the surface just buzzing in and out of her head, it was until a man pushed her did she notice she had passed out.
"Sorry." She whispered as she looked up, there he stood, smiling.
"Yeah well come on, fork over the money." He just stared at her, the smile had faded, only his eyes were a cold green.
He looked like a whole different person, he had gained weight and lost all of his beard, along with his shaggy hair, now he stood five feet nine in a business suit, looking so prideful. It made Erika sick.
"You look disgusting." She spat out without thinking.
"Do want it or not?" He didn't even make eye contact. Which is how she wanted it, she wouldn't be able to look so strong if he had looked down. He was her first, and you never forget the first.
Maxim had taught her how to smoke pot, drink, lie to the face of judgment, make love, and most important how use heroin. She had never touched drugs but when she fell into the lap of his, he showed her all the different ways, shooting was by far her favorite, but she learned how to snort, and even smoke it.
He dangled the paper brown bag in front of her, it made her mouth water. She reached her arm up with a handful of cash, her wrist revealed her tattoo of his name.
It was like the whole world stopped, and it was just them two, as if it was them forever. He looked into her eyes for the first time in the past five months. It had seemed he was going to kiss her as he bent down and took the money touching her hand. The feeling warmed her, until he ripped apart from her and threw the bag on the floor.
Just like that it was all over.
Erika walked around trying to find a save place to shoot up with out worrying about who might see her, alone, high. She kept walking until she heard the gang. It made her smile hearing them, she had forgot where they had been staying, being high for the months she was there. They really didn't seem to notice her, as she had not seemed to remember most of their names. In fact at the moment she couldn't remember anyone's name, she was too busy thinking of scoring and feeling that sweet drug in her veins again.
No one had the time to say hello to Erika as she swung open the door and ran to the bathroom. She had been ready and the side efforts of withdraw where sinking in even more. Erika slammed the door and ripped open the bag just to see a note inside with a bag full of nothing. Angry tears swam down her cheeks, and she screamed like none ever had screamed before. The sound echoed off of the walls and bounced into the sky.
Maxim had no plans on helping her. EVER.