It had been 6 weeks and she still hadn't heard from Ken. Although she knew his reasoning, she held strong to her decision and figured he would accept her for who she was or nothing at all. She was upset about it, and her life had spiraled downhill because if all the added pressure and stress she was succumbing to.

She heard the familiar horn in her driveway and quickly slammed the nine pills into her system. She grabbed her coat and made her way to the car door as she opened it and told the driver where her doctor's office was.

The 10 minute drive was held in silence as she anticipated what her doctor would say about her leg. She was wanting more than anything to get the cast off and finally be back to normal, or as much as she possibly could be with all that had happened to her in the past 2 months. She had lost her parents, taken drugs to overcome the overwhelming pain, lost her best friend, took even more pills and now her life was sitting in the palm of her hand and she was letting the pills quickly take over it.

She arrived at the doctors office as she made her way inside and gave the receptionist her name. She took a seat and thought about the pills she had taken over the past 6 weeks. While she felt guilty for taking them in the manor she had, she knew there was no turning back now.

She had taken the pills her doctor had prescribed her within 2 days, the stash of Vicodin she had at her house was gone the next day and now she was on her third session of pills she had scored from Drew; all totaling 200 pills each. She knew what she was doing was wrong, but at the same time the physical and mental pain she felt was too much to bare at times. She knew she should have relied on Ken, but after he pushed himself from her, she had absolutely no where to turn. She wasn't about to admit she was wrong to him. They were both very proud people, and she couldn't wrap herself around the idea of herself being wrong either.

"Alexis, you can go on back," the skinny receptionist said from the window. She smiled at her and hobbled her way back to the empty room where her doctor was waiting.

"Nice to see you," he said, not looking up from his job at hand. He had just finished writing in her chart as he took the large plaster-cast saw out and laid it on the bed.

"Hop on up here and we'll get started to see how that leg has recovered," he said, motioning for her to sit. She took a seat where he had instructed as he went to work on her cast.

Within 10 minutes, she felt as if 20 pounds were taken off of her as the cast was finally removed and she looked down at her leg.

"Alright, let's see how well you can walk on that thing," he said, helping her from the bed. She put some weight on it and closed her eyes, expecting to feel the pain shot through her entire body. When she felt nothing, she opened her eyes and smiled lightly. She began taking a few steps forward and realized it was going better than she ever thought.

He had her walk around a few more moments as he wrote her out an appointment card for her next and last visit.

"This here is an appointment for 2 weeks. Were going to make sure the rest of your injuries as well as your leg is holding up the way it should and then, you can finally go back to normal. Now, I don't want you to push yourself too much, but I want you to work your leg as much as possible. You may drive now, but again, don't push yourself. If it hurts too much, return home," he said, removing his glasses.

"Alright, thank you. Thank you so much," she said, taking the small, square piece of paper. She exited the room and left the doctors office. She waited for her taxi to pull back in as she heard her cell phone ring. She looked at the unknown number and answered the phone.

"Hello," she said, uneasily.

"Where are you," said Drew from the other line.

"I'm about to return home. I had to get my cast off today. Why," she asked.

"Well, I had some more stuff for ya. Hurry up and get home," he said, laughing.

"Alright. My cab just pulled up so I'll be there soon," she said, hanging up and placing the phone back in her purse.

She paid the driver as she exited the cab and saw Drew waiting with his usual brown paper bag. She smiled and hurried to the door and opened the door.

"Here's your stuff. Price went up a little, but I paid it for ya," he answered.

"Alright, how much do I owe you," she asked.

"It's 250," he answered, smiling. She handed him the money as he smiled and walked out the door.

"I'll call you soon," she called after him as she shut the door.

She looked in the bag and smiled as she realized he was about to score her even more.

Even more, she thought to herself.

She knew it was never going to be enough, but getting even more was all she wanted for the time being.