Needle and the thread gotta get you out of my head

You watched me bleed until I can't breath

I'm shaking, falling onto my knees

I'll be needing stitches

It was just another day, another deal. She was just another junkie, another idiot woman. He didn't have to save her, it wasn't his responsibility. But he stil had a conscience, and it made him. He pulled her shaking cold body from that old building, from the rubble. He pulled her out, nearly lifeless and struggling to hang on. Her body covered in tattoos and scars, so thin and frail; she was half naked, just like the stereotype of a junkie in a traphouse.

He carried her back to the van that previously held the weapons they had just sold. He laid her in the back, hopping in next to her; everything was in slow motion, her breathing, his movments; all of it. Tig his the gas before any of the doors were even closed, driving back to the garage at full speed.

For some reason, Jax wanted nothing more than to save his girls life, this girl he swore he didn't even know. He wasn't exactly sure what it was, but her face was angelic, and she reminded him of a simpler time, a more innocent time. He watched as her chest barely raised up and fell down, and she continued to shake. They couldn't get to the garage quick enough to give her the shot she needed.

Everything was in slow motion once again, Jax carrying her cold body into the club house, everyone following behind. Loud slamming noises, bright lights, yelling, hurrying. He was shaking but managed to steady his hang enough to inject the girls body with a high dose of Narcan, stopping the overdose. Seconds letter her body stopped shaking and she began coughing, being able to draw larger breaths. Her body warmed and her color slowly came back.

The ringing ears and muffled sounds slowly started to disipate and turn into normal senses: lights, voices, music, cigarette smoke, alochol. The girl looked around, confused. She leaned over the table she was on and vomitted onto the floor, her body feeling normal once again. She wiped her mouth, leaning back up.

"Who are you?" she asked her voice still weak. "Wh-Where am I?" Her voice was so young, so feeble. Her body was still shaking in shock, and she was trying to get the rom to stop spinning.

"Why did you bring her here?" his voice was stern and serious as he addressed his 17-year-old son.

Jaxon turned around to look at his father, standing tall and proud, still hovering over him. He may been a prospect in the club now, but he stil wasn't allowed to jump to rash decisions, like bringing a random girl back to their clubhouse.

"She was over-dosing, I couldn't-"

"We aren't junkie saviors, son. This girl isn't anyones responsibility but her own. Why you chose to thik overwise," John Teller looked at the ground and back up to his son. "Just go hang out with your friends, we'll give her some clothes and get her on her way.

The girl sat back, scared a little bit. She didn't even know where she was, and she was already getting kicked out. She hugged her knees close to her chest, trying to cover her cold skin.

Jax hung his head, walking about of the clubhouse and to the garage, where he would usually find Opie with his dad.

The girl was trembling, waiting for John Teller to say something else.

"Gem," he called his wife over. "Go find her some warm clean clothes so she can find her way back home."

Home? Well, she didn't exatly have one of those. The trap house she was staying in was the closest thing to it lately. When your parents kick you out at 16 you don't have that many options.

Gemma did as she was told, bringing back a pair of leggings and a SAMCRO hoodie for the girl. She got dressed quickly in the bathroom and washed her face. Her bags under her eyes were so heavy and dark, she was disgusted with herself. It had been far too long since she had taken a good look in the mirror at herself, since she had seen what she was becoming.

It hurt her when she heard John Teller call her a junkie, but looking at her refelction, she couldn't blame him. She was in too deep and needed out. She needed away from the needle before it became her end.

She exited the bathroom, looking a little less than a zombie.

"Thank you." she told Gemma, heading for the door.

"Stay safe out there, kid. It'd be a good decision to keep that needle out of your vein." She swallowed the lump in her throat, turning to Gemma and nodding. She was right, but she wasn't sure she could stay away from it. She was ODed only a few hours ago and the sweet drug was already calling her name.

It was dark out and the breeze was cold. She pulled the hoodie tight to her body, trying not to let air in. She headed for the street, wondering where she could go for the night.

Jax was sitting at the picnic tables with Opie, the two passing a joint back and forth. Jax watched the small girl walking away from the club house and to the street. First looking around and making sure he was out of his father and mother sight, he ran over to her, Opie following behind.

"Hey!" he yelled, stopping her. She turned around, seeing who it was. She dropped her head and turned once more, continuing to walk. Jax kept going after her, his run turning into a light job, and finally a walk. "I saved your life and you can't even say 'hey' back?" He said to her, cockiness lining his throat.

She shook her head. "I'm not your responsibility, and you shouldn't have." Was all she had to say.

Jax wasn't even sure what he could say back to that. He and Opie continued following her.

"I know you don't want to keep sticking that needle in your arm." he called to her. She spun around, her face hurt with truth.

"You don't know me. You know nothing about me. All you know is that I was homeless and overdosing and for some reason, you chose to save me. Thank you for that, now have a good fucking life." she kept walking, not even sure where she was going at this point. She needed to find a fix, she was starting to sweat and feel nauseous. Jax noticed that when she stopped to dry heave a few times.

"Do you wanna smoke?" he offered. "I know it won't completely help, but it takes some of the sickness away." he wasn't stupid, he had seen it many times before. Withdraw was terrible, and the SAMCRO way of rehab was cold turkey, with nothing but cigarettes and pot.

She didn't want to, but she needed to. She didn't know how long it was going to be before she could find a fix.

"Fine." she agreed, walking back to the two teenagers. "Where at?"

"Come on." Jax and Opie walked back towards the club house where they would get Jaxs car and go to the cabin SAMCRO owned. No one used it, only for a hide out if a member was on the run.

The three got into his car.

"Do you want a smoke?" he offered the girl a cigarette and she took it. "So, what's your name, anyways? I'm Jaxon, this is Opie."

She took a few lovely hits off of the, letting the nicotine hit her head and make her dizzy.

"Maci." she said.

"You gotta be close to our age, right?" Opie asked, noticing she did look rather young.

"I just turned 17." she looked out the window at all the scenery, smoking her cigarette in seconds.

"Us too." Jax told her. He made a left down an old dirt rode, driving it for about half a mile. He came up to a log cabin that was dark and quiet. The three got out and Opie used the hide-a-key to get in. They entered, turning on the light, watching dust flutter around the room.

"Damn, been a while since anyones been up here."Jax said through muffled coughs, breathing in the old dust. Maci stayed close to him, walking over to a couch. She sat down, her legs jittery.

"Sorry." she apologized for shaking the floor. "It's a bitch. I don't know why I ever went back after I got clean the first time." she admitted her defeat.

"Hey, it's alright." Opie pulled a rolled blunt out of a cigarillo wrapper and lit it. "We all have family and friends who've been through this shit. We know how it is."

She could smell the marijuana and it settled her stomach. She was an addict, and there was no denying that.

She watched as it touched Jaxs lips, leaving behind hints of sticky resin. She licked her lips, but not without Jax noticing. He smirked, handing the blunt to her. She hit it and she hit it hard, nearly eating weed as she did. After two hits, she handed it back to Opie.

"Have you thought about getting clean?" Jax asked her.

She chuckled. "Is that a serious question? No one who's addicted wants to be. Of course I want to be clean. It's just so hard."

"It's not hard when you have the right people on your side." Opie told her. Jax nodded agreeing as he hit the blunt.

"And who are the right people?" she asked.

"Us." Jax assured her. "If you want to get clean, you have a safe place right here to do it. We've seen our parents do this shit for years, we know how to handle it." Opie nodding, agreeing with him completely.

The blunt was back to Maci and she hit it, pensive. The sickness had gone away, but she was still shaking and craving. She had no clue why he wanted to help her, why he saved her. She wasn't sure on those things, but the one thing that she was sure about was wanting to be clean again.

"Would it really work?" she asked them.

"Fuck yeah, it would. No one would even know you're here. It's not like me and Op ever go to school anyways." the two boys laughed at their school skipping. "If you want to get clean, we got your back. I can't save you from and OD only to let you go stick another needle in your vein."

She sighed, hitting the small remains of the blunt.

"I do."she decided. "I want to be clean."

And sobriety started right then and there, that night. Besides, the first 48 hours are always the worst.