Perhaps Goodbye is Wrong...
By Kourin Lucrece
Disclaimer: If you sue me, all you'll get is a cd of Thoroughly Modern Millie and some books.
Author's Note: Okay, I lied. This is another Mimi chapter! (Then I guess I'll start repeating the pattern...) This takes place just after Mark's chapter, okay? Enjoy!
~*~*Mimi*~*~
What am I doing? Why did I run away like that? All I know is that I don't know anything. I don't know where my life is going, why Roger left, how Angel could be gone... I don't know any of it.
I know I said I'd quit, that I needed help, but I can't do it. The pain is too much and if I don't find a way to numb this fear I'll suffocate. I'm already feeling the hints of withdrawal and my last hit was only about 2 and a half-hours ago. But I'm sweating and shaking, so I'm off to find the Man.
It's about two blocks from where I've been huddled in the shadows to the corner where I know my dealer to be at this hour. Surprisingly, it takes about twenty minutes for me to walk there in this cold. Usually it takes a lot less than that, but I'm not feeling well... Shit, did I take my AZT today?
But I'm here now, staring into the face of the Man, as he grins at me. "Back so soon, gorgeous?" he asks with a low chuckle. "Someone was looking for you earlier."
That surprises me. "Who?" Do I really care? Just give me the damn powder!
"The cameraman," he replies, pulling a small packet out of his pocket and dangling it in front of my face. But it doesn't seem to matter all of a sudden. Mark was looking for me? Why? He shouldn't care! Roger should care... Oh God, he asked here, though? I hope he's okay...
The Man smirks at the expression on my face. "Don't worry, Cutie-pie. We didn't send him off in too bad condition." A fresh bout of shaking wipes Mark from my mind. He can take care of himself. All that matters is the little bag of powder I hold in my hand.
Blindly, I shove a few crumpled bills at my dealer and run off. If they're looking for me, they won't find me. In the safety of a dark alley, the cool tip of the needle enters my arm and pure bliss clears away the pain and fear and loneliness.
I know I can't go back to my apartment now, but I don't care. I'm free and numb. They say money can't buy happiness? Well I know where to buy the next best thing.
~*~*~*~
Tell me what you think!! (I know it's short, but she's kind of screwed up in this chapter...) Anyway: Marky's Gurl, thank your for reviewing!! I'll keep writing for a while yet, unless people get sick of it. Bye!!
By Kourin Lucrece
Disclaimer: If you sue me, all you'll get is a cd of Thoroughly Modern Millie and some books.
Author's Note: Okay, I lied. This is another Mimi chapter! (Then I guess I'll start repeating the pattern...) This takes place just after Mark's chapter, okay? Enjoy!
~*~*Mimi*~*~
What am I doing? Why did I run away like that? All I know is that I don't know anything. I don't know where my life is going, why Roger left, how Angel could be gone... I don't know any of it.
I know I said I'd quit, that I needed help, but I can't do it. The pain is too much and if I don't find a way to numb this fear I'll suffocate. I'm already feeling the hints of withdrawal and my last hit was only about 2 and a half-hours ago. But I'm sweating and shaking, so I'm off to find the Man.
It's about two blocks from where I've been huddled in the shadows to the corner where I know my dealer to be at this hour. Surprisingly, it takes about twenty minutes for me to walk there in this cold. Usually it takes a lot less than that, but I'm not feeling well... Shit, did I take my AZT today?
But I'm here now, staring into the face of the Man, as he grins at me. "Back so soon, gorgeous?" he asks with a low chuckle. "Someone was looking for you earlier."
That surprises me. "Who?" Do I really care? Just give me the damn powder!
"The cameraman," he replies, pulling a small packet out of his pocket and dangling it in front of my face. But it doesn't seem to matter all of a sudden. Mark was looking for me? Why? He shouldn't care! Roger should care... Oh God, he asked here, though? I hope he's okay...
The Man smirks at the expression on my face. "Don't worry, Cutie-pie. We didn't send him off in too bad condition." A fresh bout of shaking wipes Mark from my mind. He can take care of himself. All that matters is the little bag of powder I hold in my hand.
Blindly, I shove a few crumpled bills at my dealer and run off. If they're looking for me, they won't find me. In the safety of a dark alley, the cool tip of the needle enters my arm and pure bliss clears away the pain and fear and loneliness.
I know I can't go back to my apartment now, but I don't care. I'm free and numb. They say money can't buy happiness? Well I know where to buy the next best thing.
~*~*~*~
Tell me what you think!! (I know it's short, but she's kind of screwed up in this chapter...) Anyway: Marky's Gurl, thank your for reviewing!! I'll keep writing for a while yet, unless people get sick of it. Bye!!
