(cigarette daydream - cage the elephant)
There is always an end to a beginning and a beginning to an end. Last night was the beginning of their drugs abuse. In a couple of days, it would be the beginning to their addiction. After that, only more addictions.
Last night the two fell asleep on the hard and cold floor. Earlier they had to sneak out of the window. The sun was peeking up from the buildings in the crowded city.
But everything was fine. Not great, but not entirely bad. If Elizabeth was asked, she would say it was more leaning on the bad side. But that was usual. If you asked Brad, he would say that everything was fine. There was that word again, but it really was - if not even a bit good.
The brown haired boy felt good about last night, the pills made him only hungry for more, not that his body was aching for it, he could just need some more.
They were gonna go tonight as well. Why wouldn't they? Elizabeth did it for money, so did Brad, but he hoped for some kind of drugs.
A greengrocer stood outside in the frozen weather, trying to sell his fruit and vegetables. A man playing om a harmonica trying to get extra money. Somehow it seemed like a summer afternoon. The fruit looked fresh, and the soft french melodies playing in their ears. But they wished it was summer. Their lifes was much easier then.
Brad walked by, taking an apple down his pocket, and Elizabeth did the same. Walking further down the street, without getting caught. It was surprisingly easy to steal.
Sitting in silence, each of them eating their apples on a bench. It wasn't their typical bench, this had a lake infront of it and grass around, instead of the busy city. This bench was quiet. Making then enjoy the silence they were in.
Brad's eyes were fixed on the ducks by the water. They must have been so cold. Freezing. It was the end of december by then. The very end.
"Are you thirsty?" His voice spoke in a low manner, breaking the silence. "Like alcohol."
Elizabeth's eyes was also on the ducks. "Yeah." She said quietly, without looking away. And when she thought about it - alcohol was what she needed at that point. The need of something stronger and much more intoxicating.
"Me too." Brad stood up, and looked at her. Then they walked away from quietness to loudness.
