Part 2
She bounced her body down onto the broken sofa and landed with a thump, she expected it to be softer and not so hard and he dark haired man who sat next to her laughed. May looked towards the sleeping youth who had fallen onto the floor, his short dreadlocks and funky make-up suggested he was another Zoot wannabe, and she sighed and wondered how someone so dead could be so alive. This thought then stirred her inner emotions, and she felt tears begining to form. She crooked her head back to stop them from falling, and gazed her eyes around the smoky room. She focused on the 5 people who sat at the other end of the room, they were all huddled together, and giggling uncontrollable,breathing out infectious substances. She felt giddy and nervous, not the way she expected. May had been here before, a long time ago, this used to be one of her hideouts, but now she felt scared.
"So what kind of thing do you want?" he asked, gesturing his hand around the room
She gulped, she hadnt really thought about what she really wanted. There was so much going on in her mind, she couldnt sleep at night, and she suffered painfull migranes from the stress of thinking.
"Anything, nothing to hard though...well not for the moment"
He nodded, and reached for a navy blue rucksack that lay beside him. May watched him unzip it, and he handed her a clear package and some dark coloured roll paper.
"This will start you off, your be ok on this"
May bite her lip and nodded, this wasnt such a bad idea. The man smiled, and then laid his hands out as a reminder.
She stuffed the gift into her jacket pockets, and reached down inside her boots. She felt her way around and pulled up a pair of shiny earrings , that glistened as she held them up to him. He smiled in approval.
"Fancy, where did you get them from?" he asked raising his eyebrows
"The owner is dead so i figured she wouldnt mind" she smiled
It wasnt the answer he was looking for but it was good enough.He gripped his fingers around the treasure, and looked at May.
"Why you need the some now for? before you never touched the stuff" he asked intriged
Her mouth was silent for a moment, she was trying her best to get the words out but she didnt want those words to pass her lips.Thinking of the tragedy, she almost broke down, but instead she lowered her head, trying not to be seen.She sniffed and widened her eyes, trying not to cry and willed herself to be strong.Sitting up again, she looked towards the familiar man, and he saw the saddness between her eyes.
"Ive been getting these terrible migranes" she suggested, touching the sides of her temple, "And i cant sleep, my brain feels like its going to explode. I just need some peace, even just for a second"
He nodded again, but knew it was something much deeper. He knew the people who came to him for help, he knew all the reasons, and knew all the signs. He looked up at her again, she did seem very sad, not the way he remembered her at all. Not the May he knew.
"Well, just dont get too hooked, not like those guys" he said motioning his head towards the giggling group, "They hardly leave" he laughed, "And if you find its not working, come back and you can have something a little better"
May then stood up, and he followed her out of the room, and into the cold corridor.
"Thank you" she said softly
"No thank you"