I was running in an abandoned building. Alex was behind me, trying to get me to stop running. I was done with pretending that i was a good person getting rid of all those assholes on the street. I was one of those assholes. But not for long. Life had gotten quite boring for me, and i thought, you know what sounds like an awfully big adventure? Dyeing. As Alex chased me i realized this goodbye wasn't going to be a good one. Not easy either. I ran into one of the rooms and locked it behind me. Alex pounding on the door.
"Holly! let me in!" He kept trying and trying. But i didn't budge. I opened my bag , which contained the most pleasurable way to die. Overdosing. In the time from the lobby, to heading to the casino i had picked up a few things. a few things that'd make this night, my last night. They say heroine attacks a persons minds in different ways. I figured i'd find out. I put the needle in several different spots in my arms, leaving small briuses, my body wasn't used to this kind of abuse. At first i felt like i was falling. As i lay there my focus shifted. Everything was moving. Time for part two. I opened up a bottle of whiskey and drank it as fast as i could. When i got to the bottom i walked over to the window and threw up. Alex broke down the door. He looked around with tears in his eyes.
"Holly.. what are you doing?" I walked over by my stuff and sat down. He sat down in front of me.
"You wanna smoke a j?" i asked. He looked at me curiously. I started rolling a joint. I lit it, hit it, and past it to Alex. roll roll roll a joint, twist it at the ends, light it up & take a puff, then pass it to your friend. I wasn't exactly thinking clearly anymore. I don't remember much after that. Just silence. When Alex was talking to me i couldn't hear what he was saying. I took another needle and put it under my skin. Alex tried pulling it out but i hit him. He looked at me shocked. As i lie there slowly falling, but also floating in a way, he leaned over me and kissed me. At that moment i didn't want to die, but i could tell that i was dying. Tears formed in his eyes as everything went black to me. I swear i saw him say i love you but i was too lost in my selfish act now. As i slowly fell i remembered a song i had heard before i was the wreck i am now.
Sweet Dreams are made of this,
Who am i to disagree?
I travelled the world & the seven seas.
Everybodys looking for something.
Some of them want to use you
Some of them want to get used by you
Some of them want to abuse you
Some of them want to be abused