Fix Her Parker

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Word count: 1,199

Omaha, NE
January 12, 2016
_______________@1:23 a.m

Bright lights.  A mixture of blue and red were flashing threw the thin curtain covered windows. 

The combination of all the drugs I had just got done pumping into my system made my vision hazy, but I instantly knew what the lights stood for.  It doesn't take a genius to figure it out.

Looking around I saw blurry figures running in different directions or at least trying to run.  Most just slumped on others hoping they would help them escape.

Whether they could even walk or not they still tried.

They are all to fucked up to realized this is only going down one way. 

He specifically chose this house because it had only one way in and therefore one way out.  As of now though he's probably freaking out in his room regretting his decision.

If he's even awake or in a drugged up state comma.

This house wasn't anything new.  The people here were regulars.  They came here on a daily for hours on end. 

They knew they couldn't leave, but yet still acted as if they had a fighting chance.

The boys in blue had finally arrived.  To be completely honest I thought they would have come sooner honestly. 

I mean you could tell by a quick passing glance that this place is a drug house. 

That or the fact that dozens of people stagger in and out every hour. 

The police have been called her so many times that even just this week alone I've lost count.

They can never come inside because they don't have a warrant.  Even if they wanted one they wouldn't have evidence to get one.

That's one thing Billy was good at, making sure that he disposed of any evident that even pointed to drug use was destroyed.

A cry suddenly pierced my ears. 

Not like a painful cry.  It took me a while to put my finger on it, but I realized it was a cry of helplessness.

I turned my head and saw an outline of a girl hunched over the table that I had previously taken a line from a few moments ago. 

Focusing really hard my vision started getting less cloudy.

Looking at her I saw that her face was the color of snow, pale as if she had just seen a ghost.

Her hand were trembling.  I don't know if it was out of fear or the drugs had finally got to her.

I looked at her face once more and glanced at her eyes.  They looked dead.  Like all the happiness was gone.

Looking away quickly I blinked over and over again, but couldn't get the image out of my head.

It's not anything new.  I don't know why it made me feel uneasy inside. 

I mean I've seen those eyes on many people.  Every one who walks in here has those eyes, but for some reason I kept thinking that it didn't suit her. 

She looked like the type of girl who had a future.  You know the ones who had the ability to do good, but one bad decision made them spiral downward into a place like this.