Title: Dilution
Rating: R (Subject content, so beware....)
Note: Sorry it's been so long since an update, I've bee out of town. My muse, Patrick, he's dying. He's in ICU – very critical condition. I'm not sure if he can breath on his own.... A/U. Bosco is a druggie, and doesn't work for the 55, Mikey is dealing and using. Faith and Fred are divorced. Mercedes is Bosco's brother, and works for the 55 and is partnered up with Faith. I love Fyre for letting me use Mercedes. *hearts* to her.
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It was still raining out when I left, hard. My head was pounding, and when I looked down to keep the rain from getting in my eyes, I realized I was still wearing Faith's shirt. I felt bad, watching it get wet. She'd wanted me to stay dry, so I wouldn't get sick. My mind still pulled at me, my conscience making me feel guilty about everything. The shirt, about what I said to Mercedes, about how all those years ago I couldn't save her.
My body is restless, my mind is screaming, my blood is crawling in my veins. I look around me, trying to decide the quickest way to Mikey's, the quickest way to get there so I can get there fast and get high.
By the time I get to Mikey's, my clothes are thoroughly soaked, my hair is dripping. Walking into the quiet apartment building where my brother lives, I can hear my shoes squeaking on the tiled floor, the bottoms of my jeans flopping on the ground with every step I take. I make my way up the stairs, leaving water spots behind me, and I make a left so I'm standing in front of room 214. I knock, even though I really don't have too. I know Mikey wouldn't mind if I just walked in, but I'm feeling courteous today.
No one answers, so I turn the nob – locked. Sighing, I put some weight into the door and turn the handle, breaking it open. Right now I don't care if I'm making a lot of noise. Just thinking of getting a rush is making my body buzz.
It's only a few minutes before I'm sitting on the couch, a needle in one hand, the other searching for a vein on my arm. I find one quickly, and slide the needle into my skin. I'm pushing the liquid into my arm when I realize that something's wrong. I don't know what it is, but I know that something isn't right.
What I should be feeling – I am. It's better than ever. My skin is crawling, my mouth is getting dry. I try to swallow, but I can't. My whole world is blurry, and I feel myself starting to laugh, and starting to fall. I hit something soft, probably the couch, a pillow maybe, but it hurts, and my world is fading.
Mikey stopped dead in the hallway when he noticed that the wood around the lock to the door was splintered of his apartment door. Stepping forward, he turned the knob and opened the door. He sighed when he saw his brother on his side on the couch.
"Nice to know you stopped by for a hit." He said, putting his keys on the table by the door. He walked over by the end of the couch, and smacked his brothers feet. "You owe me for what you did."
When Bosco didn't respond, Mikey walked around to the front of the couch, and shook Bosco by the shoulders. "Mo. Hey...Mo." He said, his voice cracking a little. "Maurice. Get up!" He shook him harder. "Come on, it's not funny, get UP!"
Mikey turned his brothers head, and checked his neck for a pulse. He found, one, but it was weak. "Mo. MO!" He said, his voice panicking. He shook him harder, and felt himself beginning to sweat. "Shit!"
He looked around for the phone, but didn't see it. Digging his cell-phone from his pocket, he pulled it opened and dialed 911.
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A\N: Short, I Know, but I'm working on it. Give me time....lol.
Rating: R (Subject content, so beware....)
Note: Sorry it's been so long since an update, I've bee out of town. My muse, Patrick, he's dying. He's in ICU – very critical condition. I'm not sure if he can breath on his own.... A/U. Bosco is a druggie, and doesn't work for the 55, Mikey is dealing and using. Faith and Fred are divorced. Mercedes is Bosco's brother, and works for the 55 and is partnered up with Faith. I love Fyre for letting me use Mercedes. *hearts* to her.
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It was still raining out when I left, hard. My head was pounding, and when I looked down to keep the rain from getting in my eyes, I realized I was still wearing Faith's shirt. I felt bad, watching it get wet. She'd wanted me to stay dry, so I wouldn't get sick. My mind still pulled at me, my conscience making me feel guilty about everything. The shirt, about what I said to Mercedes, about how all those years ago I couldn't save her.
My body is restless, my mind is screaming, my blood is crawling in my veins. I look around me, trying to decide the quickest way to Mikey's, the quickest way to get there so I can get there fast and get high.
By the time I get to Mikey's, my clothes are thoroughly soaked, my hair is dripping. Walking into the quiet apartment building where my brother lives, I can hear my shoes squeaking on the tiled floor, the bottoms of my jeans flopping on the ground with every step I take. I make my way up the stairs, leaving water spots behind me, and I make a left so I'm standing in front of room 214. I knock, even though I really don't have too. I know Mikey wouldn't mind if I just walked in, but I'm feeling courteous today.
No one answers, so I turn the nob – locked. Sighing, I put some weight into the door and turn the handle, breaking it open. Right now I don't care if I'm making a lot of noise. Just thinking of getting a rush is making my body buzz.
It's only a few minutes before I'm sitting on the couch, a needle in one hand, the other searching for a vein on my arm. I find one quickly, and slide the needle into my skin. I'm pushing the liquid into my arm when I realize that something's wrong. I don't know what it is, but I know that something isn't right.
What I should be feeling – I am. It's better than ever. My skin is crawling, my mouth is getting dry. I try to swallow, but I can't. My whole world is blurry, and I feel myself starting to laugh, and starting to fall. I hit something soft, probably the couch, a pillow maybe, but it hurts, and my world is fading.
Mikey stopped dead in the hallway when he noticed that the wood around the lock to the door was splintered of his apartment door. Stepping forward, he turned the knob and opened the door. He sighed when he saw his brother on his side on the couch.
"Nice to know you stopped by for a hit." He said, putting his keys on the table by the door. He walked over by the end of the couch, and smacked his brothers feet. "You owe me for what you did."
When Bosco didn't respond, Mikey walked around to the front of the couch, and shook Bosco by the shoulders. "Mo. Hey...Mo." He said, his voice cracking a little. "Maurice. Get up!" He shook him harder. "Come on, it's not funny, get UP!"
Mikey turned his brothers head, and checked his neck for a pulse. He found, one, but it was weak. "Mo. MO!" He said, his voice panicking. He shook him harder, and felt himself beginning to sweat. "Shit!"
He looked around for the phone, but didn't see it. Digging his cell-phone from his pocket, he pulled it opened and dialed 911.
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A\N: Short, I Know, but I'm working on it. Give me time....lol.