Kara Matthews's Story

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 flinched and almost got into an accident when her phone buzzed which signaled that she had a notification. She groaned then pulled over once again; she pulled her phone from her back pocket. She looked over her text messages and smiled. Finally, she thought and shrugged. She proceeded to text her two clients back.

After her last text, she revved the engine, and sped off towards her usual selling spot where she would get both Ember's and O's drugs and syringes. She had only gotten a little bit of an adrenaline rush, but she knew that would have to wait because she had better things to take care of instead of taking care of her need for adrenaline. She sighed softly, thinking to herself while she took the very long drive back to her apartment and to the places that she was supposed to go, first she would stop by to get the needed drugs and syringes, then she would go to O's and hopefully come back to the alley to meet Ember. If that wasn't possible than she would probably bring it to Ember if she really needed to. The drug dealer smirked to herself as she drove a little faster.

Kara flipped through her text messages and nodded slowly like she really even gave a shit about what her other clients were saying. She had already put Orien's drugs where he told her to put them and now all she had to wait for was Ember. She thought to herself, wondering what normal people where doing right now, and wondering if they actually liked their normal lives. She sighed softly and continued to think to herself. She did that often, when she didn't really have anything to do other than selling drugs, or partying she would just think. She often became lost in a weird daydream that obviously would never come true since they often had something to do with a different world and creatures, kind of like that movie she saw a while ago, Avatar. She grinned to herself for no reason and sighed softly, tapping a tune against the wall that she was leaning against. It wasn't a loud tune, but it was loud enough for her to make her smile and hum to the tune. She had always been a music person, when she was younger she had wanted to do a career that had to do with music, but it all went away when she became a drug dealer. Now she didn't care about really anything other than what she did now, and about a few of her clients.