My Heroin Hero
-AN- [I know it starts slow, but hey, dont all really good stories.
And I need 3 girl characters. So if you are one of the first 3
reviewers to say the word Sphdoinkle in your review and leave me
your e-mail I will e-mail you with info. I dont own anything but
Anna and Chonie. So please review or probably wont continue I know
it sounds mean but thats just the way I am. (Im ADD, hehe) Oh yeah,
takes place in the present.]
When I was little I had dreams of being a composer. People
said I played the paniol like a prodigy. Fuck, I WAS a prodigy.
Because in the eyes of a child the world is bright. Life is kinda
gay but it doesn't seem that way in the eyes of a child. I even
grew up in a real family. I got straight A's. My sister got
straight A's. Hell, even my fucking dog was perfect.
Unfourtainly, all that changed around the time I was 13. I met
Trey. We dated for a while but nothing serious came of it. But he
was my gateway. He led me into my world.
Walking down the dark street I smell wet pavement. It rained a
while ago, it is still sprinkling but I need my fix. I rub by arms
under together under my dark brown coat. I checked to see what
shirt I was wearing because I forgot. It's navy blue and says
Breckenridge (A place my perfect little family used to go skiing all
the time.) I think I wore it because it's the only shirt I have
that is long enough to cover the rip in my jeans right on my ass.
One of the many holes in this particular pair of jeans. As I near
the ally I can already smell the sent of sweat and booze. I don't
small talk and just get in to the bag. It's empty.
"There the fuck is the stuff?" I shout. I didn't mean it to
sound that mean but it just came out that way.
"Relax, he isn't here yet." Chonie muttered from under Race.
They were making out as usual. Chonie was wearing the red shirt of
hers that I love. In fact that is why is a little to big for her, I
stretched it out. Her brown hair is piled up on her head. It just
accents her eyes so it is obvious she is Mexican. Oh sorry, she is
from Puerto rican. She gets all pissy about that. Oh yeah, her
chonies are showing too, her thong is stretched half way to her
belly button. Thus, the name Chonie.
"What's up Jade?" Blink asked dragging up the last of the pot
before flicking it over his shoulder.
"I'm cold." I shuttered, my breath smoking up to the sky. I
lit a cigaret, a poor substitute for smack but it gives me something
to do.
"You've been cold a long time." He started.
"Yeah well it's winter."
"No I mean, have you got checked for AIDS? You know how you're
always sick-" I am so sick of that bastard.
"I don't have AIDS Blink." I say balancing the cigaret in my
mouth as I fixed my short blond hair back up into the pile on my head.
"How do you know?" He asked now just making conversation until
Trey got here.
"Because I am not a skank,"
"Like Chonie over there." Skittery pointed out just before
Chonie threw her bag at him. I just noticed Boots was there cause
he had been so quiet. There are others there but I can't make them
out, it's too dark. I sit down on an empty crate of pop and rub my
hands together. I hear footsteps and we all turn to the opening of
the ally.
"Wow, warm welcom." He mentioned as nobody was talking. It's
just Davie.
"Awww," A few of us moan. "Whadda bring the kid for?" Race
asked getting up and helping Chonie up, she dusted herself off.
"Aw Race I can be just as bad as you." Les muttered getting out
from behind his big brother.
"Sure Kid," Someone muttered in the dark.
"Hey, where's your sister David? Walking the streets as
usual?" Skit asked. But he wasn't really asking. We all knew what
he meant.
"You should know, you paid for her last." He smirked just
before checking the empty bag on the crate and sliding down the wall
to a sitting position. Less did the same.
"He should really come earlier." David wined. The bag was
usually full until Friday night, it's only Thursday night but still.
I guess we all had a pretty heavy week. We get enough for three or
four days. It's always been the same. Ever since I've been here.
Jack comes directly from Trey and brings the stuff. And if one of
us is in Brooklyn Spot takes care of us. There the two big shots
around here, besides Trey of course. Jack and Spot are kinda like
God's messengers, if you wanna think of New York as a really fucked
up universe. O course, since I'm dating Jack he always gets me
something extra.
It has been like 10 minuets. I reach for my bag and take out
my needle. I start wiping it down since theres nothing else to do.
Nobody is talking. The only sound I hear is of rain on the
pavement, the rubbing of the needle, and Chonie and Race making out.
I glance over and see his hand go up her skirt. I just turn back
to my needle
"I think Mom needs to make hot dogs more." Les begins. He is
such a quiet-aholic. "She makes tacos too much."
"Les," David began, "it's quiet time okay."
"Okay." 10 seconds later. "But I really like hot dogs."
"This is why we don't like the kid David." Like says from the
corner.
"I got a name." Les argued standing up and facing Blink.
"Yeah," He said getting into his face. "Yeah you do," he pulled
his pocket knife out but nobody is worried because he does it all
the time. "And you come around here with it again and Ill cut your
fucking throat until I can-"
"Blink stop scaring him before he shits his pants." I break it
up and they go back to their places.
5 minutes of silence go bye.
"I guess I need to start the party." Jack says after arriving
and surveying the scene. He dropped his black backpack on the crate
and we all gather around it. "Back up, back up." He says waving his
arms. "Blink, 40 milliontonth acid," He says handing me a pack, I
hand it to Blink. Rumor has it Blink it an acid user because when
his senses cross over he can see through his other eye. "Race and
Chonie 2 rolls, 6 X, and 8 caps." I hand them their bag. Most
people have one drug they stick with but they are still trying stuff
out. "Boots, 3 pills of GO." And "David, here you go man. He hands
him a new needle, and some SMACK." I cant tell how much but it's
not as much as he hands me.
"Your late." I say playfully as I pull him close. Nobody
notices because there all lighting up or whatever. We kiss and he
slips a couple pills in the pocket of my jacket. Probably X. He
likes to take it when we have sex. Best sex youll ever have is with
X.
"I forgot my-" I don't let David finish and hand him my spoon.
Without even looking away from Jack.
"I got a little something for you too Jacky Boy," I say
grabbing my bag and taking a bottle of whisky from the bottom. Im
not much of a whisky person so I give it all to him.
"Thanks Anna." He said kissing my neck. Headlights zoom bye
along with the sound of a Broadway Hits CD playing from a car radio.
We all turn out back to the road and hide out stuff.
"You know," I sigh "I think I'm just gonna light up at home." I
say grabbing my spoon from David. I shake it out of my hand and
quickly to by bag because its still hot.
"You sure Babe?"
"Yeah, Im tired." I lie.
"You know being tired it one of the first signs of AIDS."
Blink points out between puffs. He hands it to Chonie
"Shut up." I yell after kissing Jack goodbye. I am already
half way out of the ally.
It isn't that long of a walk home but I really need a fix so I
hurry up. I look both ways before I cross the street. Some thing
your parents teach you that you never forget. I push the door open
to the old building. Uhh, if they don't even bother to lock the
door why have one. I have to step over 3 squatters to get to my
door. I reach into my pocket to find my keys and I have to jiggle
them to get them in and out.
I step into the door only to see darkness, even after I turn
the light switch on nothing happens. I step over the clothes and
empty pizza boxes to my bed. I live in a box. With a toilet in one
corner, bed in another, kitchenette in another, and a shower in the
other. Ah, what a life. I sit down on the quilt. The only light
in the room is my lighter under the burning spoon. It slowly turns
into liquid and I put it into the needle. I set everything but it
down and slowly inject it into my body. It takes a while for me to
find a spot where I hadn't injected it before.
"Happy Birthday to me." I mutter as I lie on my bed and let
the total and utter lack of control overpower my body.
-AN- [I know it starts slow, but hey, dont all really good stories.
And I need 3 girl characters. So if you are one of the first 3
reviewers to say the word Sphdoinkle in your review and leave me
your e-mail I will e-mail you with info. I dont own anything but
Anna and Chonie. So please review or probably wont continue I know
it sounds mean but thats just the way I am. (Im ADD, hehe) Oh yeah,
takes place in the present.]
When I was little I had dreams of being a composer. People
said I played the paniol like a prodigy. Fuck, I WAS a prodigy.
Because in the eyes of a child the world is bright. Life is kinda
gay but it doesn't seem that way in the eyes of a child. I even
grew up in a real family. I got straight A's. My sister got
straight A's. Hell, even my fucking dog was perfect.
Unfourtainly, all that changed around the time I was 13. I met
Trey. We dated for a while but nothing serious came of it. But he
was my gateway. He led me into my world.
Walking down the dark street I smell wet pavement. It rained a
while ago, it is still sprinkling but I need my fix. I rub by arms
under together under my dark brown coat. I checked to see what
shirt I was wearing because I forgot. It's navy blue and says
Breckenridge (A place my perfect little family used to go skiing all
the time.) I think I wore it because it's the only shirt I have
that is long enough to cover the rip in my jeans right on my ass.
One of the many holes in this particular pair of jeans. As I near
the ally I can already smell the sent of sweat and booze. I don't
small talk and just get in to the bag. It's empty.
"There the fuck is the stuff?" I shout. I didn't mean it to
sound that mean but it just came out that way.
"Relax, he isn't here yet." Chonie muttered from under Race.
They were making out as usual. Chonie was wearing the red shirt of
hers that I love. In fact that is why is a little to big for her, I
stretched it out. Her brown hair is piled up on her head. It just
accents her eyes so it is obvious she is Mexican. Oh sorry, she is
from Puerto rican. She gets all pissy about that. Oh yeah, her
chonies are showing too, her thong is stretched half way to her
belly button. Thus, the name Chonie.
"What's up Jade?" Blink asked dragging up the last of the pot
before flicking it over his shoulder.
"I'm cold." I shuttered, my breath smoking up to the sky. I
lit a cigaret, a poor substitute for smack but it gives me something
to do.
"You've been cold a long time." He started.
"Yeah well it's winter."
"No I mean, have you got checked for AIDS? You know how you're
always sick-" I am so sick of that bastard.
"I don't have AIDS Blink." I say balancing the cigaret in my
mouth as I fixed my short blond hair back up into the pile on my head.
"How do you know?" He asked now just making conversation until
Trey got here.
"Because I am not a skank,"
"Like Chonie over there." Skittery pointed out just before
Chonie threw her bag at him. I just noticed Boots was there cause
he had been so quiet. There are others there but I can't make them
out, it's too dark. I sit down on an empty crate of pop and rub my
hands together. I hear footsteps and we all turn to the opening of
the ally.
"Wow, warm welcom." He mentioned as nobody was talking. It's
just Davie.
"Awww," A few of us moan. "Whadda bring the kid for?" Race
asked getting up and helping Chonie up, she dusted herself off.
"Aw Race I can be just as bad as you." Les muttered getting out
from behind his big brother.
"Sure Kid," Someone muttered in the dark.
"Hey, where's your sister David? Walking the streets as
usual?" Skit asked. But he wasn't really asking. We all knew what
he meant.
"You should know, you paid for her last." He smirked just
before checking the empty bag on the crate and sliding down the wall
to a sitting position. Less did the same.
"He should really come earlier." David wined. The bag was
usually full until Friday night, it's only Thursday night but still.
I guess we all had a pretty heavy week. We get enough for three or
four days. It's always been the same. Ever since I've been here.
Jack comes directly from Trey and brings the stuff. And if one of
us is in Brooklyn Spot takes care of us. There the two big shots
around here, besides Trey of course. Jack and Spot are kinda like
God's messengers, if you wanna think of New York as a really fucked
up universe. O course, since I'm dating Jack he always gets me
something extra.
It has been like 10 minuets. I reach for my bag and take out
my needle. I start wiping it down since theres nothing else to do.
Nobody is talking. The only sound I hear is of rain on the
pavement, the rubbing of the needle, and Chonie and Race making out.
I glance over and see his hand go up her skirt. I just turn back
to my needle
"I think Mom needs to make hot dogs more." Les begins. He is
such a quiet-aholic. "She makes tacos too much."
"Les," David began, "it's quiet time okay."
"Okay." 10 seconds later. "But I really like hot dogs."
"This is why we don't like the kid David." Like says from the
corner.
"I got a name." Les argued standing up and facing Blink.
"Yeah," He said getting into his face. "Yeah you do," he pulled
his pocket knife out but nobody is worried because he does it all
the time. "And you come around here with it again and Ill cut your
fucking throat until I can-"
"Blink stop scaring him before he shits his pants." I break it
up and they go back to their places.
5 minutes of silence go bye.
"I guess I need to start the party." Jack says after arriving
and surveying the scene. He dropped his black backpack on the crate
and we all gather around it. "Back up, back up." He says waving his
arms. "Blink, 40 milliontonth acid," He says handing me a pack, I
hand it to Blink. Rumor has it Blink it an acid user because when
his senses cross over he can see through his other eye. "Race and
Chonie 2 rolls, 6 X, and 8 caps." I hand them their bag. Most
people have one drug they stick with but they are still trying stuff
out. "Boots, 3 pills of GO." And "David, here you go man. He hands
him a new needle, and some SMACK." I cant tell how much but it's
not as much as he hands me.
"Your late." I say playfully as I pull him close. Nobody
notices because there all lighting up or whatever. We kiss and he
slips a couple pills in the pocket of my jacket. Probably X. He
likes to take it when we have sex. Best sex youll ever have is with
X.
"I forgot my-" I don't let David finish and hand him my spoon.
Without even looking away from Jack.
"I got a little something for you too Jacky Boy," I say
grabbing my bag and taking a bottle of whisky from the bottom. Im
not much of a whisky person so I give it all to him.
"Thanks Anna." He said kissing my neck. Headlights zoom bye
along with the sound of a Broadway Hits CD playing from a car radio.
We all turn out back to the road and hide out stuff.
"You know," I sigh "I think I'm just gonna light up at home." I
say grabbing my spoon from David. I shake it out of my hand and
quickly to by bag because its still hot.
"You sure Babe?"
"Yeah, Im tired." I lie.
"You know being tired it one of the first signs of AIDS."
Blink points out between puffs. He hands it to Chonie
"Shut up." I yell after kissing Jack goodbye. I am already
half way out of the ally.
It isn't that long of a walk home but I really need a fix so I
hurry up. I look both ways before I cross the street. Some thing
your parents teach you that you never forget. I push the door open
to the old building. Uhh, if they don't even bother to lock the
door why have one. I have to step over 3 squatters to get to my
door. I reach into my pocket to find my keys and I have to jiggle
them to get them in and out.
I step into the door only to see darkness, even after I turn
the light switch on nothing happens. I step over the clothes and
empty pizza boxes to my bed. I live in a box. With a toilet in one
corner, bed in another, kitchenette in another, and a shower in the
other. Ah, what a life. I sit down on the quilt. The only light
in the room is my lighter under the burning spoon. It slowly turns
into liquid and I put it into the needle. I set everything but it
down and slowly inject it into my body. It takes a while for me to
find a spot where I hadn't injected it before.
"Happy Birthday to me." I mutter as I lie on my bed and let
the total and utter lack of control overpower my body.