Ember watched as O left the limo, she was glad he said that Syri would be able to go. She tooke a couple more hits before looking over to Nessa "Ever feel like you never want this moment to go?" She got lost in her thoughts for a few minutes before she snapped out of it "We should go watch him sing...I like his songs" she said as she opened the door closest to her, leaving the drug stuff in the car. She had a feeling Nesaa would come so she walked into the party.

She saw the confrontation that happened with a guy with spiky hair and that girl O pointed out early. She wondered what happened there but her thoughts went elsewhere, she was very out of it. She was standing a little off to the other side, looking up to the stage she smiled. She heard the guy that was over with that girl introduce himself as Jasper...Jazz. She couldnt help but noticed the guy looked like a user...maybe she will have to talk to him or something. Her thoughts werent exactly there and she was feeling very jittery, looking to the door she waited for anessa to come in.

He mentally kicked himself as he saw the guy and his sister. "Angel." He murmured into the microphone. Knowing his princess would be in the club in a few minutes, he had to start singing. "This goes out to my two lovely girls, "Nessa and Ember..such beautiful women they are." He chuckled softly into the microphone and looked down at his sister. "Meg... I want you to know...I wrote this song for you." Picking up his guitar, he started playing along with the piano.
Paint yourself a picture
Of what you wish you looked like
Maybe then they just might
Feel an ounce of your pain

Come into focus
Step out of the shadows
It's a losing battle
There's no need to be ashamed

Cause they don't even know you
All they see is scars
They don't see the angel
Living in your heart

Let them find the real you
Buried deep within
Let them know with all you've got
That you are not your skin

Oh [X2]

When they start to judge you
Show them your true colors
And do onto others
As you'd have done to you

Just rise above this
Kill them with your kindness
Ignorance is blindness
They're the ones that stand to lose

'Cause they don't even know you
All they see is scars
They don't see the angel
Living in your heart

Let them find the real you
Buried deep within
Let them know with all you got
That you are not your skin

OHHHHHHHHHH

Well they don't even know you
All they see is scars
They don't see the angel
Living in your heart

Let them find the real you
Buried deep within
Let them know with all you've got
That you are not
That you are not your skin

Oh [X2]

He sighed sadly after the song was over, this was the one song he hadn't written strug out... this was the one song that he had written for his sister. Only Meg would know what this song was about...only they shared the same past.

Mag was taken by surprise, both by Orien's re-appearance, and by his behaviour towards the man.

"Jesus Christ Orien, stop it!" she exclaimed.
"I need to talk to you, and he wasn't doing anything, so just chill out!"

It certainly was all or nothing. Either he was trying to pretend she wasn't there, or he was ready to kick the crap out of a guy for getting within spitting distance. Wasn't there any middle ground with her brother? Apparently not, as he'd already disappeared again. Biting down on the inside of her cheek, the girl turned back to the other guy for a moment.

"Uh..sorry about that. He never was one for being subtle. I'm Magdalena, most people I know call me Mag though in an effort to make me sound a bit less pretentious. I gotta go track him down. Hopefully he'll apologize, but I can't really promise anything. He's acting like an ass this evening." she stated, before making her way inside.

Her intention had been to find her brother and tell him to wake up to himself, but as she got inside she heard something that she really hadn't expected. The song, and the dedication to her. She was stopped in her tracks initially, and she stepped back, it giving her measure to pause. Mag sniffed, lowering her head and winding the silver pendant she wore around her finger. She didn't like getting emotional about things. Upon leaving she'd made a conscious decision not to be, even if it did involve a certain degree of faking. Hearing something like that brought back a lot of things, and she didn't want them to culminate in her having a crying fit in the middle of a night club, so she hung back and took a few deep breaths.

Orien looked around, panicking... they were after him. He could see them in the shadows. They were coming to get him. He took deep breaths and jumped off the stage. He couldn't be here... why had he come. The penguins could come kidnap him. He looked around, trying not to scream he went to the bathroom. Taking deep breaths, he went to the stall and sat on the floor. He looked left and right, no one was near him. He pulled a small baggie of pure heroin out of his jacket pocket, along with a syringe. He was desperate. Looking out the stall, he saw an empty bottle, he ran and grabbed it, going back to the stall. In his mind, the heroin made him invincible against the penguins that wanted his soul. Taking another deep breath, he unscrewed the lid and dipped it in the piss water of the toilet. He mixed the water with his china white and rolled up his sleeve. Time to make them go away. he thought to himself. For a moment he forgot about his sister, the man, and his two girls. He stabbed the needle in his arm and shot up. Immediatly he felt the psychosis go away, he took a deep breath, letting out a long sigh. That was close. Psychosis wasn't something he enjoyed...but it was something that happened...when he didn't have enough heroin in his system after he freebased. He threw away the rig and kept the heroin. He only had the strength to do one more song. For a few minutes he stared at the track marks on his arms. So many bruises... he wondered how many veins had collapsed. Feeling much calmer he left the bathroom, normally in a sober state he would have probably not used piss water, but he wasn't sober...he prayed he didn't smell like the toilet.

He jumped up on the stage almost stumbling over his guitar. "Stupid Fucking thing." He grumbled picking it up and strumming a few chords. "I wonder how many people can relate to this song." He looked at the crowd and started
[Spoken]
When I think back on this life
I guess we were doing the best we could
And to look at us from the outside
I'm sure it seems somewhat romantic
but when you've tasted excess
Everything else tastes bland
Yeah, we had everything to lose
But we still lived like we were about to die
After all, we were the drug scouts of America

I've begun evaporating
Right before your eyes
I just keep regurgitating
My own demise

I miss today I miss the past
I miss my veins 'cause they've collapsed
A simple thought occurs to me

I'm face down on the tracks
The train is coming fast
And it's not derailing
It's not the first time
And this won't be the last
That my heart is failing

As the blood is rushing
to my head
And from my wrists
I'm in love with all the things I know I should resist

And all the times you said to me
Your falling down ones destiny
A simple thought occurs to me

I'm face down on the tracks
The train is coming fast
And you're right there waiting
It's not the first time
And this won't be the last
That my heart is failing

[Spoken]
Like I was saying
The look in the eyes of death
Was intoxicating
Taking it into our lungs
Laughing at ourselves
Where others would probably cry
And more importantly
I'd probably just die
Staring face to face with the demons
And not back down
Takes a constitution that most people just don't have
A life gets soiled with sex, drugs and rock and roll

I'm face down on the tracks
The train is coming fast
And it's not derailing
It's not the first time
And this won't be the last
That my heart is failing

I'm face down on the tracks
The train is coming fast
And you're right there waiting
It's not the first time
And this won't be the last
That my heart is failing


The crowd cheered and clapped... little did they know... this song... was about his horrible drug habit. A song he wrote when he was sober.


((Here are some examples of track marks... i'm not sure if you guyz know about em or not... -shrug-

Ember started feeling the effects of the drugs in her system, she heard her name over the microphone and looked up at the stage to see O starting to sing. Then her body started dancing and she found herself dancing with a couple people, a girl and a guy that she didnt even know. She felt hands on her skin and her hands touching someone elses skin but she didnt know who. She was feeling lost in herself, not exactly knowing what she was doing. She was being pulled in different directions and felt she was going to explode, she was seeing different colors flash all around her "So prettty" she murmered.

Stumbling around as she got near the entrance once more, she blinked her eyes looking at a woman...the same woman that she remembered O pointed out earlier. She made her way closer to the woman and poked the girl on the shoulder "Are you okay sweetie?" she asked, her eyes were very glazed over and she felt very jittery once again. Looking to the stage she heard O finish a song and smiled to him, giving a small wave before jumping on the balls of her feet a little bit before looking at the woman in front of her.

Jasper smiled down at Magdalena and shrugged. "Maybe he's just having a rough night, you know? It happens." He had always been a pretty chill guy, maybe even a little too passive. He ended up following her inside the building and listening to her brother's songs -- it wasn't his favorite type of music, but it wasn't exactly horrible either.

"By the way, I don't think Magdalena sounds pretentious. I kind of like it. But, because I'm lazy, mind if I call you Lena?" He would call her Mag, but he didn't like the way it felt on his tongue and felt that "Lena" was a better fit. That, and he didn't like calling people by the same names everyone else did. When he noticed that she seemed to be upset about something, his ever present smile turned into a rather sad pout. Jazz didn't like it when girls were sad, it made him sad. He placed his hand in between her shoulders and gave her a comforting pat.

"You know, things get better. I don't know what's going on in your life, and it's not my business, but things always get better." Funny thing was, Jasper was great at telling people things would always look up, and terrible at taking his own advice. He pulled his hand away from her back, and did his best to give her a happy smile - which wasn't too hard to do. "And when things get shitty, you can always eat a shiiiiiiiiit ton of Dip N' Dots. Those are delicious."

Orien jumped off the stage, in a much calmer state of mind before he walked over to his sister, and Ember, and the strange guy. "Those are delicious." Was what he walked up on. Raising a slender brow he looked at all of them, seeing Ember he walked over to her and wrapped his arms around her. "Such a pretty pretty princess." He'd mutter into her ear giving her a kiss on the cheek. He looked back at the door and frowned. He hoped his Angel was ok. He sighed and looked back at his sister. "Mag...met Ember..." He looked down at Ember with a smile and a wink. "Ember... meet my sister Mag." His eyes looked down at his arms, making sure that they were covered. A smile of relief came across his face. His track marks were hidden... which was a good thing. That was the last thing he needed his sister to see...the unpleasant side of heroin. He didn't have much to say as he saw her expression. "I... meant to send you a recording of that song." Suddenly he was angered. He grabbed her by the throat and started choking her. "You motherfucking little bitch." He snarled, ignoring the scene he was making. "I'll do what I want and you can never stop me." His face was dis contorted with rage and disgust. "Father never raped you! Why me!" He yelled giving out his secret. He threw her on the ground and started kicking her in the ribs. "This is everything I went through... hope you enjoy it you bitch." Looking up at Ember he smiled and shoved her against the wall. "Now your mine." He whispered in her ear, forcing a kiss upon her his hands exploring her body. When his hands were done, he intertwined his fingers in her hair and pulled her neck to the side, and started trailing kisses from her lips to her neck, gently nibbling on her ear as he went down. Aware of Jasper's eyes on him he turned and looked at him. "You want some of me as well pretty boy?" He started laughing a cold cruel laughter as he advanced upon the man.

Orien blinked as he was sitting on the stage. It was all a hallucination. He thought as he looked at the group in front of the door. He had to stop this habit... he was starting to loose his mind. Now he started realizing how sick he was....but how do you stop a habit that saves your life?

This day was one of Kara's better days. She walked down an alley, wearing her favorite outfit, and she had her arms crossed tightly over her chest. She crossed down the alley, humming the tune to one of the songs that she played on her saxophone that afternoon when she had been practicing. It was not a long practice but it was long enough for her to learn a few measures.

The Drug dealer stumbled slightly down the alley before stopping at it's entrance, her usual spot where she would make deals. She of course had a secret stash some where it was the place she would go when she made a deal so that she wouldn't have to go all the way home just to get the drug. This was one of the best spots to sell and having to go a far distance for their drugs, most people that she has worked with just want to pay, get their drugs, and run off before they get caught by anyone. She has been caught several times for it, every time she has been set to do community work though she would ditch that and continue with her every day life. She of course never regreted it, Kara has always been the one to live on edge and took chance no matter the cost. The girl of course, looked around, instantly stopping her humming while she started her job; selling drugs.

Regina Dugan sat on a plane from Tokyo from to Van Nuys. After her tour, she finally had some time off. She wanted to see her bestie. Ember. After she went on tour, the time zones screwed with their com time. They lost contact but now, she was taking a well needed break from rockstar life. She made it to the LAX airport and was swarmed by fangirls. She couldn't run like she wanted to but it was cool because once she got to Van Nuys, she wouldn't be attacked. She signed autographs and took pictures and about an hour later, she managed to peel away and got into her rented car and drove off.

After about an hour or so drive she got a text from a roadie, they said there was this singer that was pretty nice. They'd be at a party and that she should swing by. She figured she would. She loved a party.
She drove to the party and listened to the guy sing. He was good. Once the song was over, He sat on stage by himself.
Reggie walked up, clad in her punkish gear,her eyes held a thick line of black eyeliner giving her a feline like look about her. "Hey Sexy, I liked your song." She told the singer as she hopped up on the stage, her long brown legs covered with ripped up fishnets, her leather shorts hugging her curves nicely. She wore a biker like vest over a gemmed brassiere. She smiled through thick red lips. She was pretty famous in the rock world, being that an African American Female Gothic Rock singer. It was a rare thing and she had a body to boot. "You write that yourself?" She asked him, she figured he did but she thought she should ask for conversation.

Orien snapped out of his daze and looked at the girl who sat next to him. "Yeah... I did...." He couldn't stop looking at Ember though his mind was thinking about Nessa. He examined her punkish look and gave her a dangerous smile. "So whys a famous girl like you talking to a not so famous guy like me?" He asked watching her every move, trying to see if she was a user like him and his girls. He was still spooked about his hallucination. He could never see himself doing that to his sister...or Ember, but the junk made it possible where he could do anything he set his heart on...though the paranoia kept him in his room or the bathroom. He sighed and grabbed his guitar and started strumming, hoping Ember would walk over to him.

Reggie grinned. "You keep up what you're doing, That could change." She told him as he grabbed his guitar. He began to strum away and she smiled. "I used to live around here, I had some time off, figured a come see a friend of mine. Then someone told me about you." She told him and it was then a few people noticed her. "It's Reggie from SocialRejects!" Someone called and she rolled her eyes behind the long half of her hair. "Play a song!" Someone else pleaded. She looked at the guy. "You know Broken." She asked him as a few of her fan cheered. It was one of the singles when she'd featured on a song with another band. She hadn't sang it in a while but it was what put her on the map as a legit singer.
If she sang, Her boys were gonna have a fit once this - inevitably- hits Youtube. They wanted her to take a break, fatigue overwhelmed her and her doctor told her to take it easy for a bit. It was fun being a diabetic...syke.

(Broken is an Evanescencex Seether song btw)

Ember was in and out of her mind, she felt herself fidgit alot, she needed another hit, just a little one she thought. Thats when she heard someone yell "Its Reggie from SocialRejects!" then the yelling got louder. Putting her hands to her ears she shook her head. She needed more, turning around she moved throught the crowd to got to O. Once she was closer she saw Reggie, she was hallucinating she knew it. "Damnit" she started scratching her arms and went closer "O...imma go have a hit of ice...I just wantedyou to know.." she was saying this but her eyes kept going to Reggie. "Shes not real...snap out of it December...snap out of it" she mumbled to herself. Ember would look different to Reggie since they last saw each other, she was much skinnier and her hair was longer and styled different and she was paler with many new scars on her arms. "O...ill come find you later" she said with a rush then made her way through the crowd to the bathrooms

Once she was inside she was shaking, taking out the ice she got it ready on a small counter near the sinks and took her hits, after five hits she started feeling it and she slid down the wall with her back to it and let her mind float, closing her eyes, her body let out a small shiver.

Orien looked at the girl and nodded, starting to strum. "Shall I sing along with you?" He asked a smirk on his face. All he really wanted to do was go pass out in the limo. He stopped strumming and laid down his guitar, "Actually... i'm not feeling too hot...sorry." He didn't care how famous she was, he was going to go and lay down. Upon hearing Ember he stood up and followed her, hesitating on going in the girls bathroom. Shrugging he went in and saw her sitting on the floor. "Ember..." He whispered, kneeling down next to her. He could tell she had already had a few hits. He leaned forward and kissed her on the lips and whispered in her ear, "I'll be back in the Limo." He turned and walked out of the bathroom, ignoring all the glares he was getting from everyone for blowing off a celebrity. He packed up his guitar and looked at the girl on the stage, "I recommend you take a vacation... you look like you can use one." He said before walking out of the club. He put his guitar in the trunk and opened the door to reveal a sleeping Nessa. Giving a soft laugh he kissed her on the cheek and laid on the seat across from hers. Fucking smack... how it ruins peoples lives. Closing his eyes he came up with an idea. I'll buy both of the girls something nice... they deserve it... He drifted in and out of sleep.

Reggie smiled at the boy and then noticed a skinny girl approach him. She blinked. "Em?" She said with a frown. The boy snapped her back to reality. "Yea It's Cool, Later then." She told him and watched him follow the girl. Th-that was Ember? No, that couldn't be. She wouldn't have bailed if that was Ember. She hoped off stage with a frown on her face. "Aces! You're not gonna sing." Someone asked. "Sorry, Not now. I'm not feeling so good." She said and it actually wasn't a lie. Her blood sugar was low, having not eating since she got off the plane. She'd deal with that later. though she could feel she was getting weaker by the minute. She approached the door. "Em." She called and opened the door, only to find her one the floor, looking dazed. "Fuck, December, Can you hear me?" She called down her, sliding on her knees to Ember's side. This was Ember but she looked like shit. She'd heard she was doing bad but this. She knew what Users looked like. She was a rocker after all. Dealers were worse then fangirls. Reg was not one of them. Sure, she smoked weed every now and then but nothing stronger. She was a diabetic, weed was dangerous so anything stronger would just be suicide. She wasn't sure if Em could hear her. "Babydoll." She called her by the nickname she gave her when they were kids. Reggie always thought, Ember looked like a baby doll.

Ember felt the kiss and looked to see O, she heard him say he was going to the limo, nodding her head "ill be out in a few" she said as she just felt like she was flaoting. Hearing the door open again she looked up hearing her name and seeing Reggie once again "Fuck these hallucinations" she mumbled as she went to stand up. Then she heard her childhood nickname that only one person ever called her but she hasnt heard it for years. "Reggie? My star...are you real?" she let out a laugh and her body shook a little. "I thought you were another..." she trailed off, the mix of drugs she did today must be messing her up she thought. "Need to find Syri and go home..." she mumbled as she grabbed her ice off the counter and put it in her pocket. "You wanna come to my placeReggie? Im sure Syri wont mind...just gotta tell O and yeah..." she looked now right into the eyes of Reggie, which probably wasnt a good idea because now Reggie could see how messed up Ember really is by looking in her eyes.

Laying in the Limo across from Nessa he smiled and pulled out his phone, calling his "people"

"What you want boy." The voice said on the phone. He rolled his eyes and spoke in a low tone.

"Two beautiful dresses for two beautiful girls." With a nod he added on, "Don't care the cost, just do it."

He hung up the phone and sighed, the dope was really getting to his mind. Speaking to Nessa in her sleep he whispered, "I can't wait for you girls to move in... my home is so big and lonely."

Reggie felt tears sting her eyes. "Yes, I'm real. You scared the shit out of me." She said and wrapped her in a hug. She eased her grip afraid she might hurt Em. She was so skinny now. Ember started talking and Reggie listened to her ramble on. She sighed. Whoever put her on this shit was gonna pay dearly. She should have never left. Ember told her to go but she shouldn't have listened. She would have been there to stop her from fucking herself up so bad. She'd deal with that later. "Yea, I'll come with you." She told her, hoping to find her pusher. Fuck, she was shivering. She must have just hit. She did not think this was the way she'd see her best friend after all this time. Ember was the good one. Reggie was the bad one, the first to fight. Everyone thought she'd bring Ember down. Even she didn't expect this. "Come on, Babydoll, We've got some catching up to do." She told her sliding an arm around her waist.

Ember felt arms around her, it felt good, good to be in the arms of her best friend. "Ive missed you star...didnt think id see you...tonights been awesome.." she laughed "I met a boy...he sings...and we hit together...god that shit was good" she was mumbling as they walked. She was trying to find Syri, her eyes looking around the crowd when she finally saw her at the bar in the lap of another guy. As they walked over she laid her head on Reggies shoulder. "Syri im headin home...Reggie is staying for a bit..you coming" Syri looked up, the girl was obviously as messed up as Ember "Girl imma stay at Davis house tonight, you have fun Emmy".

Ember nodded "Lets go then my Star" she looked up at Reggie then started walking outside then stopped at O's limo and knocked on the window "O its me Ember".

Upon hearing Ember's knock he opened the door and stumbled out. "Hey there princess." He said with a smile, as he gently caressed her face. He looked at Reggie and nodded, trying to appear somewhat sober. "When ya movin in with me?" He asked curiously his hand resting softly on her cheek. She was pretty... just as pretty as Nessa. Pulling out a permanent marker, he wrote his address on her arm.
14432 Valley Vista Blvd.
Van Nuys CA 91423

He gave a soft smile his eyes, though clouded from heroin usage were still gentle and on her. "Just in case you don't come tonight." He murmured softly, an idea came in his head as he pulled out his phone, getting back in the limo, leaving the door open so he could talk to her.
K... its me... O... I need my usual... you know where to put it.

Hanging up the phone he looked at both girls.

Kara took a deep breath, leaning back on her feet slightly. She started making a sale when the notification on her phone went off, making her jump. "Shit," She grumbled then made sure she completed the sale. On her way to gettin the drugs which where perfectly hidden she took out her phone. She squinted and read what it had said, "Ah, O..." She thought then nodded. She didn't even bother texting him back because she had work to do. She got the drugs that O wanted and the drugs that the buyers wanted. She held O's drugs in one hand while she traded with the other clients. She smirked and waved to them, stuffing the money into the back of her pants before putting O's drugs where she usually does. She leant against a building and started to take a few hits off of her drugs. She tipped her head back, smiling a little up at the sky. Half of her was begging for this night to be over and the other half was thinking that it was just the beginning. She was eager to do something exciting that night so she decided once she was done with her sales for that night that she would go do something that she would consider as fun.

"I'm fine.." Mag replied, rubbing her eyes, glancing round at the woman who'd addressed her.
"Really...just...feeling a little weird...thanks anyway."

She then noticed the guy from outside had caught up, apparently not too put off by the incident, and the discussion turned to her name.
"I think someone coined the name after 'Blind Mag' from Repo, which is good and bad. I always liked the movie but I don't like the implication that I'll gouge my own eyes out and die. I'm not down with that kind of thing." she remarked, though considering her company she half felt like she was talking to herself. Mag wasn't really comfortable being around users, partially because she'd gotten a real aversion to them and partly because...she didn't want to grow to like these people and end up fearing for what might happen to them in the future. She already seemed to spend a lot of her nights awake, worrying about others.

She shifted around, feeling impatient and rather uncomfortable there. She'd been under the impression that she was going to go into this and be assertive, though that was getting to be a more and more remote possibility. This might have been because it was reminding her of everything that had taken place. There was an awful lot of water under that bridge. A fucking tsunami.

Mag looked round, realizing her brother had disappeared from the place.
"God dammit.." she muttered.
"Sorry...gotta go play catch-up again..."

She pulled the hood of her coat up and stepped out, glancing around to try and catch sight of the guy. She'd had easier times trying to find dropped contact lenses.

Reggie watched as Ember spoke to a junkie girl. Syri, she called her. These girls were seriously fucked up. She nodded hello to the girl and the girl told Em to have fun. Ember then lead her to a limo. She knocked and the door opened to reveal the boy from before. O, Em called him. She smiled dangerously. "Small world." She commented and then O spoke about Em moving in. This must be the guy she hits with. She fought the urge to scoff. Where was it written that rockers had to be junkies? She arched a thin eyebrow. Now, Reggie was openly Bi, but she never told her best friend she had a crush on her. She didn't like how this O was touching her. She kept that from being betrayed by her face. She looked at her nails and noticed her hands were shaking. "Fuck." She whispered. She needed her insulin...bad but she didn't want to look like a druggie even though the last time, she had an Epi-pen stuck in her chest, it left a nasty circle scar on her chest. They could probably see it if they were looking.
She closed her hands behind her. She probably looked like more of a druggie without her insulin, shaking the way she was.

Ember smiled at O, feeling the hand against her cheek "Hey O" l, then hearing the second question that O asked she pondered in her mind for a few minutes. "Well Reggie wants to catch up with me tonight and I still have to talk to my roomie..but maybe tomorrow? I need to make a run to my person in the morning...that reminds me" she took out her phone and sent her dealer a text. "Hey Kar..do you think you could get me some ice for the morning? if not ill get some crank" after sending the message she saw that her arn has been written on and she looked up to O. "Thanks O..dont know why you want me to move in but I think itll be fun" she giggled. Then she looked to Reggie then O and waited for either of them to say something then she noticed Reggie shaking and remembered the last time Reggie was like that.."Reggie wheres your medicine?" she asked soundng the most sober she has sounded in days and her face had a look of concern.

Orien smiled at her, and leaned forward giving a soft kiss on her cheek. "See you tomorrow princess." He whispered, until his eyes shifted over to her friend. Something wasn't right with her. "Er.. you ok?" Upon hearing Ember ask for her medicine, he frowned. "You... your a diabetic?" He asked his eyes widening.

Reggie cleared her throat. "I'm fine." She lied. then O asked her is she was a diabetic. She huffed. "Yes..."She said. Her face was ashen. She hated being depending on the medicine.It was crazy, they all chose to stick themselves, making themselves dependant on a drug. She had to be. Her life depended on it. It the main reason she hated this. She wouldn't inject herself if she had the choice. She sighed. "It's in my car...Whoa, I needa sit down." She said her head spun and she reached out for someone to hold on to.