I reach into my pocket and grab out a tie off and securely attach it to my arm. I grab my spoon and begin to burn the beautiful liquid that sits on it. Ricky hands me a needle and I suck up all the liquid into the needle. I find a new spot to infect myself, track marks are a bitch to poke.
I make a fist and push the needle into my vein and tremble with the pleasure it brings me. I remove the tie and begin pushing the heroin into my veins.
Suddenly I can feel my heartbeat in my head and my breathing slow. Rickys voice comes out in a muffled mess. "Phie hey, are you okay? Shit, fuck man I think you had too much can you hear me? Can you..." and I was out.
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I woke up in a hospital room. God dammit Ricky, called the cops again. Just please tell me he didn't call....*knock knock*
"Sophie?" My mom enters the room. I haven't seen her in about two years. Not since my last overdose. I stayed with her until I relapsed. She looks at me and begins to bawl. "Why do you do this?" Mom barely makes it to the chair before collapsing in it.
"I'm sorry mom. I can't help it you know that." I barely feel remorseful.
"Please come home, Sophie. Your dad and I can help you. We have before. We just need to try again." Mom begins to cry again.
"Ugh mom, I don't need your help. I'm fine." I glare at her. I'm hard on my mom, but I do it to push her away. I do it for her own good. If she didn't care about me she wouldn't have to worry about all the times I'm out on the street messing with strangers, or all the times I've drank until I've passed out, or these stupid overdoses. This is the third time. If Ricky stop getting nasty shit from sketchy dealers...
My mom pulled me out of my train of thought. "Well unfortunately hunny, it's not a choice this time. The cops told me if you don't have a house to go back to they will have to take you to jail."
I sit up and look at her, "what do you mean?!" I can't go to jail. "Fine mom, you win. Now let's go."
"We have to wait till Doctor Nelson can come and talk to you." Mom stands and grabs my hand. Suddenly dad comes bursting through the door.
"What a surprise!" Dad looks at me with disgust. "I get a call from your mother saying it's an emergency and to meet her here and this is what it's about? This isn't a fucking emergency it just another day in the life of Sophie. What a joke." He shakes his head.
"Marcus that's enough. She's still our daughter. She needs help!" Mom moves towards dad.
"Help? Honey we've tried to help! She chooses a fucking needle over us, how many times?! And for what? For 5 minutes of a high?!" Dad walks over to me and gets up close. "You have one chance, one chance to get clean and stay clean. If I find out that you're even thinking about getting drugs, you're out! Done, and don't think that I'm doing this for you, because I'm not. It's for your mother. For all I care you could have overdosed and never woke up!"
"Marcus enough!" Mom yells. And with that he was gone. My dad is basically done with me, and I can't blame him. I've taken from them to support my habits, broken shit, and almost killed myself a handful of times. Suddenly the room begins to shake and my vision blurs. I hear my mom scream for a nurse and grab my arms.
"What's happening to her?" My mom is screaming.
"She's seizing, side affect to a bad overdose." Someone says.
After that, my world went black. Unfortunately it wasn't for the first time either, and something tells me it won't be the last.
