Tw: the part until the stripes has mentions of sc@rs, suicidal thoughts and mental health. If you're not comfortable with these things please skip the first part. I seperated it with a line for your own health. Love you bitchesss. X
I sigh as I look up the big rain pipe. It was connected to the wall with metal rods making it easy to climb up to. I put my boot on the first rod as I climb upwards.
Then I hear a rip. Shit. I look at my arm and I see my black jean jacket with a big tear in it. Exposing multiple scratches and scars.
I had struggled with mental health since I was a teenager and tried to commit suicide multiple times when I was 15 years old. My dad once found me hanging in the closet and called 911 before it was to late and he saved me. We had the biggest fight. He yelled at me and punched me multiple times. Little did he know he was the reason I was trying to escape my cruel reality and world. He was the reason I had felt so horribly alone and helpless. It always had been him.
I looked down at the scars and cursed. I always hid them from my dad because I was scared he would hit me or harm me in any way. If I could just sneak in quit enough I can get in bed unnoticed and I could probably hide it.
I reached the top of the pipe and climbed onto the roof. I looked at my window and silently cheered that it was still slightly opened. I quitly slipped inside my room and changed into an oversized shirt and my undies.
Taking a short look at my poster wall, I closed my window and climbed into bed.
I was safe, for now.
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I slowly opened my eyes and looked at my alarm clock 9:47 pm. shit. I needed to get to an appointment at 10:15. I rushed out of bed as I silently cursed myself for not remembering to put an alarm. I put on my favorite iron maiden shirt my leather jacket. Putting the bags of white powder and pills in the pockets.
I quickly put on some wide, black, ripped jeans and climbed out the window after putting on a thin layer of makeup and my worn out white converse.
I walked (almost jogged) over the sidewalk as I put my hair in a high ponytail.
I looked at my watch. 10:05, okay I can do this. This anonymous buyer better be worth it. i walked up to the back door of the given adress and knocked 3 times. Straightening out my shirt as I did so.
I heard a glass shatter inside followed by a trail of curses. The lock turned and before I knew it I stood eye to eye with the one and only Duff McKagan.
Is this the wrong adress? Is he the one who anonymously ordered drugs from me? I should have never listened to that drunk when he told me hale had found new clients. This is gonna be good.
his eyes trailed up and down my whole body and I felt myself trying to hide inside of my clothes. "Hi." I said. Trying to gather any piece of confidence inside of me.
"Uhh... Hi. Can I help ya?" He answered. His eyebrows falling into a questioning frown. "Yeah I'm here because, Uhh I think Sam gave me your adress and told me you ordered from me. Uhh, Oh Maria Sanchez" I said as I reached out my hand.
"Spanish?" He smirked. "Thought I saw it in you." He shook my hand and gestured me to come further.
I stepped into the room. A mattress was pressed into the corner and there were bottles and trash scattered everywhere. In the middle of the room there were a couple of pillows lying around and a deck of cards. Being played by a familiar redhead and a black haired guy.
I walked over to them. "Guys this is Maria. We get drugs from her. Be nice okay?" Duff ordered them as he sat down.
The redhead. Axl. gestured for me to sit and I did. "Hi Maria." he said quitly. "Hey." I said back. "So have you got anything on you right now?" Duff asked. I reached into my pockets and pulled out the packets.
"You all know what it is you've got it from me since the beginning so." I handed over the bags. "You know the drill. Don't OD. Use my last name when you order or make someone and just the usual price." I said confidently as I stood up again.
"Leaving so soon?" a voice asked from the corned of the room. I looked over and saw a mop of brown poodle hair. Slash.
"Didn't I just sell to you last night? What do all of you need so mutch drugs for?" I said to him.
He just grunted.
Duff handed me the money and I headed over to the door. "Bye Sanchez!" i heard Axl say to my back. "Bye Rose." i said as I closed the door.
"I hope they don't order here anymore." I mumbled to myself as I walked away.

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Lost in Darkness~ A Slash fanfiction
FanfictionA blunt and dirty mouthed girl. Is running the clubs selling substances to put bread on the table. She easily got lost in a world of music, drugs, sex, alcohol, addiction and abuse. Will she be able to cope? And what happens when she meets a curly h...