Diseased - {Caminah} ✔️

{TWO}

"Yo Hansen, I just got my hands on another needle." Austin told me as we were walking through one of the drug houses.

His full name is Austin Mahone, and he proved to be a trustworthy acquaintance I could turn to if I needed anything.

He wanted me to hit up his needle with him. It was supposedly nice and new, too. Never used.

As we searched the house, we kept an eye out for a vacant bathroom.

Bathrooms were one of the only places with locks in these kinds of houses, and they were handy since nobody ever wants to have to share their shit.

It's every person for themselves when you're living this life, unless you can manage to make some good, trustworthy friends.

The majority of relationships never last when it comes to drugs, though. But I mean, that's pretty much expected.

As we searched, going from building to building just to find space, Austin and I found that most of the bathrooms were already occupied.

"The door to the one down there is open." Austin pointed to a bathroom down the hallway.

We walked in, only to notice that there was someone knocked out in the bathtub. Typical overdose. Once I glanced over the needle sticking out of her arm, I already knew she was a goner.

But eh, what could we have done about it? We paid the girl no mind whatsoever.

Like I said, every man for themselves.

Austin sighed, dismissing the dead body entirely. "Well, I mean, there's nobody else in here but it smells like shit."

"Yeah, let's go somewhere else." I told him, and so we did.

Eventually we came across an empty storage room, which was perfect since it had a lock that should've still been working.

"In here." Austin said, leading me into the closet.

Once inside, he pulled out the needle carefully, and began to set the heroin up.

In that moment, I didn't really think much of using the drug. My first time using heroin wasn't very pleasant, and not very addicting, but I was willing to give it another shot.

The consequences didn't bother me either. If I died right then and there, I could really care less if I was dying clean or not.

After Austin was finished, he turned to me with the needle in hand. "I'll let you have the honors of using it first, yeah?" He said.

I shrugged. "Sure. I wouldn't mind."

He handed me the needle, and I carefully aimed it on the inside of my left elbow, right on my fossa, and injected myself.

I quickly handed the needle back to Austin once I was done, and after that, I started feeling the effects of the drug only minutes later.

It lasted for such a little amount of time, nothing like the first time I had gotten high off of it, which I remember lasting for a few minutes more.

Once I came down, I felt so drowsy and sluggish I thought I could sleep right then and there. And you'd be damned not to think I did.

Cause I did.

Mahone and I must've stayed in that closet for hours, because by the time I woke up, I noticed he was still in there with me, and it was like, two in the morning.

"Aw shit, Austin." I mumbled. "We gotta get going before Eilish finds us."

Now who the hell is Eilish, you might be asking.

Billie Eilish. Around here everyone is pretty much on a last name basis, though. She's the one who runs the crack house we usually hole up in.

The head honcho, the one who comes up with all the rules but never actually follows them herself.

Yeah, we were all pretty afraid of her. But only cause she tended to use her cronies to kick troublemakers out of this specific crack house, banishing and never letting them back in again.

Other than that, she couldn't hurt a fly.

"Crap, you're right." Austin replied, rubbing his temples. "God, my head hurts like a fucking bitch right now."

I sighed, helping him up. "No time to complain, let's go."

We carefully unlocked the door, opening it cautiously, then stepped out.

I looked around, but it probably didn't matter if anyone saw us anyway. Unless they were around when we went into the closet, then that would have been a different story.

Austin's eyes then widened. I noticed this, and cocked my eyebrow. I then turned to follow his gaze

Speak of the devil.

Billie Eilish stood right in front of us with a few of her drugee henchmen by her side.

El Chapo would've been a much better name to describe her, now that I think about it. Sounds pretty accurate.

"You two stayin' outta trouble, right?" She asked us, practically yelling. But Eilish's voice was always loud, so that didn't come across as surprising.

I stiffened up a bit, trying to keep eye contact with her. "Uh—err—yup! We actually just sat in that closet for uhm—five minutes and realized we didn't have enough heroin for a finger lickin good high!" I tried to explain.

"Finger lickin good?" Austin whispered. "Really? What're you, Colonel Sanders?"

"Shutup." I whispered fiercely back to him.

Eilish sighed a bit. "Well, you guys better scurry along then. You owe me the next load of heroin by noon tomorrow, or else y'all can get your sorry asses the fuck outta here."

"Yes sir, Eilish." Austin replied, saluting.

I couldn't help but snort a bit.

Billie narrowed her eyes at him. "Call me 'sir Eilish' one more time, and I'll forego the deadline and throw you to the streets now." She threatened.

"Nope, we're good, he apologizes." I butted in quickly, before Austin could screw shit up even more. "We'll be on our way, then. And don't worry about this month's payment, it'll get to you."

Austin kept his mouth shut as I dragged him away from the scene.

Once we left the room, I basically made a beeline to get as far away from Billie as possible.

"Dinah, chill, it's all good now." Austin said, trying to get me to stop rushing around so fast.

I glared at him. "No, it's not cool! Eilish is one quirky chick. One wrong gesture towards her and she'll make sure she and all of her goons will never have to see you again! You gotta be more careful around her!"

"And for fucks sake, I completely forgot about the fact that our monthly payment is due..."

Mahone shrugged. "Eh, whatever happens, happens. We can always find another—"

"No, we fucking can't!" I spat back, interrupting him mid sentence. "Look, all the other crack houses aren't nearly as lenient as this one. Don't you understand that? We can't do jack shit anywhere else."

"Fine, fine." Austin sighed defeatedly. We'll go around tomorrow and try to stock up on as much frickin' heroin as we can."

I calmed down a bit at hearing this.

"Good, glad you're finally showing a bit of initiative." I teased.

With that, we stayed up all throughout the morning that day, and decided to put our plan into action once afternoon hit.

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