Feu D'hiver

Morphine

A small girl walked along the empty sidewalk of Chicago, she wasn't small in age, in reality she was 19 years old but she was 5'5, making her look like a 16 year old. She had her hair out, it was all tangled and messy. She wore a neat white button up, with a sweatshirt above it, and a black frock coat. She went into a back alley, not much lighting, one light lingered at the end thought. "Good enough." She whispered to herself. She sat under the light and reached in her coat pocket, cautiously. She took out a needle, and a bottle, not a liquor bottle, a prescription bottle, it had in a bold font on the front "Morphine". She opened the bottle and stuck the needle into the bottle, putting the drug into the needle. She gave a nice look at the needle and smirked, rolling up her sleeves and she stuck the needle into her skin and injected the "Morphine" into herself. She gave a quiet moan of pain, and put the things back in her pocket. She sat for a minute and got up, she saw 3 men in front of her. "Well, well, well if it isn't our biggest client." The leading man said. "What do you want Trey?" She said, moving back. "What we need, Jane, money, for the damn 7 bottles of Morphine you "bought" from us." He said, the gang approaching her. "I told you man, I'll give it to you."
"Oh yeah, when?! How do you expect me to feed and cloth myself without money?! Today, your payin' or you're dying!" Trey said, getting close, and pulling a switch blade. "Back off me man, stop it!" He paused and put away the blade. "Maybe...There's another payment option." He said eyeing Jane up. Jane lit up with rage. "So are you down with us, you wanna give me my money now, you bad, you bad like they say?" Jane stayed silent. "Huh?!"
"You ain't bad, you ain't nothing! You ain't nothing!" Then a mighty force pushed them away, like the wind to paper! "You wanna see who's bad?" Jane said looking down at Trey. "Do you wanna see who's bad!"
"No.."
"Then leave me alone!" Trey and his gang ran like lightning dissapeared and disappeared from her line of sight. She smiled and looked across the street to see a 14 year old freckled ginger girl, and she only had one word. "Fuck!" The girl had a look of shock on her face, like she seen a face. Jane ran over to the other side. "How much did you see?" She said nervously. "Enough for a normal kid to scream."
"Ah shit, look kid, you can't tell anyone you saw this- Oh who am I kidding, how much do you need for me to keep you silent?" Jane reached in her sweatshirt pocket and was greeted by nothing "Damn it, forgot, think, Jane, think, oh I know, why are you out here late at night, missy?" She said, heavily breathing and putting her hand on her forehead. "I don't have a home.." She said, looking down at the pavement. "Oh..." Jane gave a silent sigh. "Look kid..I'm very, very, sorry, if you can't tell I'm really nervous and really uneasy right now, and I can't seem to get the right words out right now..if you can't already tell." She laughed uneasily. She sighed, and looked at the girl again. "I really just...ugh...you won't tell right?" She said to her. "Even if I did..who would believe me?" There was a moment of silence between the 2. "...Guess your right. Well...you said you didn't have a home?" Jane asked. The girl nodded "Well maybe..you can stay with me..I mean..I could use some companionship." Jane said.
"Me too." The girl replied. "My name's Beverly."
"Jane, but my friends call me el."
"You Mexican?"
"Can I be honest...I'm not really sure."
(Here's another attempt at story writing that people are gonna hate.)