Kara Matthews
Kara sighed, it was a long day. Or so it seemed, it seemed as if the day wouldn't end. She had spent most of that night selling drugs and making a lot of money other than what she would need to pay for more drug supplies. It was time to head home though, the people that had texted her would go and take the things that she had hidden in specific places just for them then they would pay her. If they didn't pay her she had her ways to finding them and making them pay up. She had her ways of doing things and didn't mind getting her hands dirty if she didn't get what she needed. Getting a few more text messages from her clients and a text message from one of her more frequent buyers she organized a few things then locked up her hidden area and started down the dark alley where her black motorcycle sat waiting for her.
Once she made it to her motorcycle she ran her fingers across the studs that covered the edge of the seat to the motorcycle. She slowly climbed onto it and sat there for a moment while she pulled out some of her drug and took a hit the put it back into her pocket. She then put her helmet on and put the kick stand up. She felt so much better now that she took a hit, she didn't feel like something was missing and was trembling even just a little. She put her key in the ignition and started the motorcycle before she started off onto the street and to her apartment which was pretty far away. The need for an adrenaline rush was gone, for now, but she knew it would return. She at the moment just wanted to get home and go to sleep. She planned on getting a huge adrenaline rush the next day though and possibly go visit a few friends, or a better word would be probably be clients. Not to sell but just to hang out with other drug users. It was the only thing she could think about at the moment as her hair wisped behind her in the wind because of how fast she was driving. She darted past cars and made her way home as fast as possible.
Soon the drug dealer pulled up to her apartment complex. She turned off her motorcycle and secured it in its spot, the last time she didn't secure it, it was stolen, and she had to go find it. She loved this vehicle and couldn't stand it if it was taken again. She had only a certain amount of money from selling drugs and that left over money was to pay for her bills. She couldn't afford another vehicle, and she also didn't really want any other vehicle other than her motorcycle. Finally she went to her apartment, waving to a group of people she saw that was staring at her as soon as she pulled up. They just continued to stare at her except for one girl, a tiny blond pixie styled hair girl waved back. She knew it was one of her clients but she couldn't remember which one. There where only few people who she remembered their names.
The drug dealer stopped at her apartment, pushing the door open to the large apartment and closing it as soon as she stepped in the door. She looked around the room; she was in the living room which had a night stand on both sides of the large couch and a recliner near the couches. In the middle of the couches and recliners was a coffee table and not too far in front of that was a table with her 34 inch TV. It wasn't really all that fancy but she liked it. She locked her door quickly, knowing that where she lived wasn't all that safe. She quickly tossed her keys onto a table next to the door and went straight for her room. Her apartment had 2 bedrooms, both of which had their own bathroom, then she had a living room -of course-, and she had a decent sized kitchen which also had her dining table. She stopped in her room, tossing off her shoes and her leather jacket as she went to her bed where she collapsed on it and pulled the blanket over herself. Instantly she was asleep and was actually sleeping quite soundly that night.
In the morning, she still felt tired. She wanted to sleep more but she couldn't bring herself to sleep any longer because honestly her body was aching for an adrenaline rush. Some people would define her as an adrenaline junkie since she needed a lot of it and loved facing death but living through it with minor scratches. She had wondered what people would be doing this early in the morning. She slowly stood up, throwing on a dark tank top, a pair of dark jeans, combat boots, black thin leather gloves, and she threw her hair up into a messy bun before slipping on her leather jacket. She squirted some perfume on herself and hurried out the door, grabbing her keys and locking the door on her way out.
As soon as she was outside, she climbed onto her motorcycle again and instead of going to her place to sell drugs she just started driving around. She felt like taking a so called adventure, she wanted to see different places, and learn her area; she even thought she just might visit O, or Ember, one of her clients that bought quite often from her. She didn't realize that she was kind of day dreaming and began to swerve into the other lane till it was almost too late, everything came rushing back to her as soon as she heard a knock. She laughed and gasped softly, swerving away from the oncoming car, "Oops." She thought with a small smirk playing on her lips. Almost getting hit by a car seemed to not be enough though; she felt her hands shake a bit and had to pull over. Soon she was on the side of the road taking a hit off of her drugs that was always in her back pocket. She was doing drugs right where everyone who passed could see but honestly she could care less. After taking several hits she was back on the road, better than she was before. What was she supposed to do now? Thoughts and questions filled her head as she drove down a road.
(Sorry it took me so long guys. I am back now though. I just wote this really long thing for from where I left off, so yeah.)
Kara sighed, it was a long day. Or so it seemed, it seemed as if the day wouldn't end. She had spent most of that night selling drugs and making a lot of money other than what she would need to pay for more drug supplies. It was time to head home though, the people that had texted her would go and take the things that she had hidden in specific places just for them then they would pay her. If they didn't pay her she had her ways to finding them and making them pay up. She had her ways of doing things and didn't mind getting her hands dirty if she didn't get what she needed. Getting a few more text messages from her clients and a text message from one of her more frequent buyers she organized a few things then locked up her hidden area and started down the dark alley where her black motorcycle sat waiting for her.
Once she made it to her motorcycle she ran her fingers across the studs that covered the edge of the seat to the motorcycle. She slowly climbed onto it and sat there for a moment while she pulled out some of her drug and took a hit the put it back into her pocket. She then put her helmet on and put the kick stand up. She felt so much better now that she took a hit, she didn't feel like something was missing and was trembling even just a little. She put her key in the ignition and started the motorcycle before she started off onto the street and to her apartment which was pretty far away. The need for an adrenaline rush was gone, for now, but she knew it would return. She at the moment just wanted to get home and go to sleep. She planned on getting a huge adrenaline rush the next day though and possibly go visit a few friends, or a better word would be probably be clients. Not to sell but just to hang out with other drug users. It was the only thing she could think about at the moment as her hair wisped behind her in the wind because of how fast she was driving. She darted past cars and made her way home as fast as possible.
Soon the drug dealer pulled up to her apartment complex. She turned off her motorcycle and secured it in its spot, the last time she didn't secure it, it was stolen, and she had to go find it. She loved this vehicle and couldn't stand it if it was taken again. She had only a certain amount of money from selling drugs and that left over money was to pay for her bills. She couldn't afford another vehicle, and she also didn't really want any other vehicle other than her motorcycle. Finally she went to her apartment, waving to a group of people she saw that was staring at her as soon as she pulled up. They just continued to stare at her except for one girl, a tiny blond pixie styled hair girl waved back. She knew it was one of her clients but she couldn't remember which one. There where only few people who she remembered their names.
The drug dealer stopped at her apartment, pushing the door open to the large apartment and closing it as soon as she stepped in the door. She looked around the room; she was in the living room which had a night stand on both sides of the large couch and a recliner near the couches. In the middle of the couches and recliners was a coffee table and not too far in front of that was a table with her 34 inch TV. It wasn't really all that fancy but she liked it. She locked her door quickly, knowing that where she lived wasn't all that safe. She quickly tossed her keys onto a table next to the door and went straight for her room. Her apartment had 2 bedrooms, both of which had their own bathroom, then she had a living room -of course-, and she had a decent sized kitchen which also had her dining table. She stopped in her room, tossing off her shoes and her leather jacket as she went to her bed where she collapsed on it and pulled the blanket over herself. Instantly she was asleep and was actually sleeping quite soundly that night.
In the morning, she still felt tired. She wanted to sleep more but she couldn't bring herself to sleep any longer because honestly her body was aching for an adrenaline rush. Some people would define her as an adrenaline junkie since she needed a lot of it and loved facing death but living through it with minor scratches. She had wondered what people would be doing this early in the morning. She slowly stood up, throwing on a dark tank top, a pair of dark jeans, combat boots, black thin leather gloves, and she threw her hair up into a messy bun before slipping on her leather jacket. She squirted some perfume on herself and hurried out the door, grabbing her keys and locking the door on her way out.
As soon as she was outside, she climbed onto her motorcycle again and instead of going to her place to sell drugs she just started driving around. She felt like taking a so called adventure, she wanted to see different places, and learn her area; she even thought she just might visit O, or Ember, one of her clients that bought quite often from her. She didn't realize that she was kind of day dreaming and began to swerve into the other lane till it was almost too late, everything came rushing back to her as soon as she heard a knock. She laughed and gasped softly, swerving away from the oncoming car, "Oops." She thought with a small smirk playing on her lips. Almost getting hit by a car seemed to not be enough though; she felt her hands shake a bit and had to pull over. Soon she was on the side of the road taking a hit off of her drugs that was always in her back pocket. She was doing drugs right where everyone who passed could see but honestly she could care less. After taking several hits she was back on the road, better than she was before. What was she supposed to do now? Thoughts and questions filled her head as she drove down a road.
(Sorry it took me so long guys. I am back now though. I just wote this really long thing for from where I left off, so yeah.)