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"Daphne! What the hell are you doing?" You shouted as you found your older sister backstage with a hundred dollar bill up her nose, snorting a line.
After losing your sister in the crowd of the concert, you stumbled around until you found her slumped on a couch backstage, snorting lord knows what on the table.
"Fuck, fuck, fuck!" You mumbled as you tried to pick up her dead weight body. "You gotta help some Daphne." You cried out to her as you realized you couldn't carry her.
She just stared at you with dilated eyes, unresponsive. "Fuck!" You cried out again as you resulted into dragging her.
"Woah," You heard a guy call behind you. "You need some help?" You turn around and see a tall slim guy with massive hair staring at you with sympathetic eyes.
"Please?" You asked, lifting up one of her arms so he could help you carry her.
"She dead?" He asked half-serious.
Huffing, you continued to drag her out of the building. "Honestly I dunno, saw her doing coke a few minutes ago."
He stared at you with skeptical eyes. "No, I dunno man, she wouldn't be this hammered from just coke."
"Lord knows what else she's done in the hours she slipped away from me." You sighed, before realizing he wasn't paying attention to you, but was paying attention to your shirt.
"You're bleeding." He says pointing at your shirt that had small traces of fresh blood running down it.
"That's not coming from me." You say, looking around your body to see where the blood was coming from. When another trickle of blood tickles your skin, you look up to see it dripping from your sister's arm.
Pulling her arm off of you, you inspect her arm to see a fresh shot injection on one of her veins. The guy notices it too, and his eyes widen.
"That's not good," He says staring at her arm with a look of pure trauma on his face. "She shot balled, she needs to get help soon, you have a car I can bring her to?"
