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Addicted

    She picked up the hypodermic syringe and flicked the tip of the needle with her middle finger. She folded up her sleeves, exposing her roughly scared arm and without hesitating, pierced herself with the needle and emptied its contents into her body. She lifted up her head with her eyes closed and let out a loud sigh. She threw the empty syringe into a nearby bin and cleared off the empty rubbers and bottles on the tea table which sat before her then she unfolded her sleeves and got up to look at her face in the mirror. She was no doubt a beautiful girl, suddenly she burst into tears. The effect of the drug was wearing off, she didn't want to live this kind of life anymore but she couldn't. She wished she never listened to her elder sister, who influenced her into the drug business, now she can't go half a day without injecting herself with the heroine.

She wiped the beats of sweat forming on her forehead with her long Rastafarian braids. She had to confine herself in a dimly lit room with only one small window at the top for ventilation. When she was done, she opened the door and allowed a fresh wave of air pass over her body drying off some of her sweat. She felt relieved of the heat.

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