Salvation

33 ∆ pure heroine

        ''Anna. Are you coming or not?''

''I don't know,'' I breathed against the glass. ''It's risky.''

''Come on babe, it's gonna be fine.''

''What if it isn't? What if you get hurt? What if we get caught? If they find us-''

He interrupted me by gripping my wrist and taking off, running at full speed across the empty parking lot towards the abandoned house. We were high on cocaine at 2pm and I was running away from school, responsibilities, Alex and my brother, and Matty wanted to get away; he couldn't, he had a job, responsibilities, fans, a family he couldn't disappoint again.

But we ran.

***

Alex's P.O.V.

I had been calling Anna over and over again, dozens of times every day since last Monday. She ignored me restlessly.

Today she didn't come to school again and it was MGMT's concert. I had my ticket with me, wondering if she'd come or give it up just because I was going -- she was one to do that. 

I tapped Anna's number on to my phone screen again and pressed call. It rang four times before she picked up.

It was a man's voice. ''What?''

''Is Anna there?''

''No.'' He answered quickly; there was a rustling noise in the background, a pained moan, the sound of glass shattering, and then he hung up before I could speak again.

There was something wrong, but I couldn't bring myself to try to help and go after her.

***

Anna's P.O.V.

My whole body was numb. My mind was dazed, I couldn't think straight, my hands were cold and they gripped a hypodermic syringe that was far too close to my arm for it to be nothing. I knew something was going on, something that couldn't be good, and of course, something that Matty had gotten me to do.

Speaking of him, he was laying right beside me, his torso moving up and down really quickly before I heard something hit the ground with force. I sat up slowly and noticed my phone was thrown two feet to his left and the screen was shattered. I ran to it and put it back into my pocket. I was about to get mad at him, when I noticed something was wrong.

Matthew's body was shaking rapidly and uncontrollably. I sat next to him, taking hold of his left arm and gripping it tightly, but it didn't stop shaking. 

He was convulsing.

And I... well, I was feeling a rush. A weird feeling was taking over my body, a feeling that mixed with panic and took away the pain on my arm, where the needle had previously been.

I threw the syringe away with full force; it hit the wall and shattered down in pieces. I stood up and looked around, trying to focus my vision. While I felt my skin flushing and becoming hotter, my mouth drying and my legs becoming heavier by the second, I saw Matthew still shaking, drooling like a baby, clenching his teeth, rolling back his eyes and grunting, and I felt worse than before.

Nausea hit me like the Greens would and before I knew it I was vomiting next to Matthew's body; my skin itched like crazy, my breathing was slowing rapidly and I couldn't think straight. I knew I had to call an ambulance. And I didn't know how anyone would ever find heroine pleasing, not for even a second.

After many failed attemps, I eventually got around finding Matthew's phone to call someone and the ambulance reached us after ten minutes. I had no idea of where we were and I couldn't give them anything besides a description of the place, but they had probably tracked down where the phone call came from or something like that.

I heard sirens and saw flashing red lights through the windows. In seconds, two paramedics had made their way into the house and carried Matthew away in a stretcher. Seeing him safe, I breathed in relief and let my body fall and hit the wooden floor, not caring about what was going to happen.

The sounds of men yelling and the sirens and the voices in my head got all mixed as I lost control of my actions, threw up on myself, laughed, moaned, and felt my body being lifted, and the men's voices got louder. And then I blacked out.

***

I had vague memories of me being carried, and then the lights flashing on my face, and the sickening smell of medicine take over me, making me vomit again -- this time over some poor person. Later on I was awoken by the sound of beeping and I found myself in a hospital room, surrounded by wires and tubes.

I checked the time; almost 6. I had been feeling drowsy for over two hours now. I looked around and found Matthew's phone sitting on the bedside table that separated our beds, and I reached over to grab it.

Instead of being a rational person to call either one of Matthew's friends or Alex or even my brother to warn them about our situation, I held the phone tightly in my hands and mentally apologised to Matthew, who was laying unconscious on the hospital bed beside mine. 

I knew he didn't want me to do this. I had promised I wouldn't. But we were so high in that moment, I would've never suspected we'd ever reach this point. I didn't even think of the possibility of having him overdose. I didn't think we would ever call the police, or an ambulance.

I heard someone call me.

''Miss Calliope?'' 

I looked up to find two men dressed in uniforms. Two cops, one holding a clipboard and both not seeming pleased with the situation.

''Yes?''

''We need you to come with us.''

''But I'm wired.'' I said, looking at the screen that showed my heart rate beside me.

''The doctor treating you said you were stable to go. The nurses are coming to unwire you.''

I now see I was wrong. I shouldn't have trusted Matthew and I shouldn't have promised him anything. Because now we are fucked, and it's all my fault.

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