Smash: Part One Chapter 4: Forget Me Not, a beyblade fanfic

Author's Notes: Wow, a lot of you missed me, huh? Here's another chapter upon request. See, I can update frequently if I want to.

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Chapter Three: Forget Me Not
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His hands shook as he took the wide, office envelope from Li.

The scene around him was dismal. Pathetic; he hated himself for being dependant on his lost-cause lifestyle but he had a letch for the hit. In some way he was relieved to see that there were others like him; suffering from a newly common famine that swept America devastatingly.

Individuals were scattered around the underground hideaway, beckoning the same anti-reality he had just received. Li stood amongst them, the attention of the concrete Hell drawn to his presence as he readied another order.

They were all victims, isolated from an unattainable normality which they had all previously experienced. He was no different.

To all those people doin' lines,
Don't do it, don't do it,
Inject your soul with liberty
It's free, it's free

Rocking back and forth in starvation, their brows were furrowed and bodies were cold, teeth gritted tightly closed while they waited in anguish. Aches and pains craved the drug so that they may be forgotten.

They needed the fix.

Li fed another until the room increased in size as the deprived left with their artificial happiness. Contrary to popular belief, happiness could be bought and it came with a very expensive price tag.

Li was watching him.

He knew and ignored his promise. His mother would be devastated if she discovered he was reliving unbreakable and poisonous habits. Still, he didn't care; he had to escape. Reality was too painful to be left standing alone for more than five minutes in hideous memories.

To all the kids with heroin eyes,
Don't do it, don't do it
Because it's not-not what it seems
No, no it's not-not what it seems

Li scrutinized him, his mouth turned upwards at the corners. He liked the newcomer and his money—especially his money. Li saw that the package appealed to the new costumer, his darkened eyes tarnished with intense reasons to want it.

Li was an agile young man and had little to offer in looks. He was violent with a short, quick temper. Those in his favor were better off. They would be able to sleep at night knowing they weren't being hunted down like mice to the vengeful cat.

As far as he knew, Li's backstreet business deals had started when his father's wealth had evaporated into mere memory. Li was thrown into a world of lies and deceit too hastily, adapting to the underground truths. There was money in the underground that few people knew how to handle correctly. He was one of a lucky dozen dealing in the Californian metropolis.

It was a rough way to make a living but Li wasn't broke yet. He knew strippers and prostitutes, giving them their midnight meal of heroin or cocaine before they went to make a quick buck.

Salvation, salvation, salvation is free,
Salvation, salvation, salvation is free…

He left the loft, squeezing through the gap in the fence where he had come in. The person who had shown him where to go had left, taking his tip and probably spending it on cigarettes or booze.

Was this all he had left?

Looking down at the envelope his face twisted into a frantic, frustrated hatred. He kicked the guardrail lining the perimeter of the subway entrance, startling passersby. The thin paper in his hand crinkled from the pressure. His fingernails were yellow from the cigarettes and his eyes were bloodshot from the high. Li was kind enough to offer a taste of what he had purchased and it was beautiful.

Disgustingly beautiful.

To all the parents with sleepless nights,
Sleepless nights
Tie your kids up to their beds,
Clean their heads

Pulling his black beanie over his ears and enclosing the drug into his dark coloured sweater he snaked through the early afternoon crowd. It was sunny and warm out, everyone was dressed in bright garments and made him stand out. He didn't like it, at least not at the moment.

He knew he looked suspicious but that didn't matter. He found his hiding place and he sat down. Hardly able to control himself, he pulled the drug from its package and rolled up his sleeve. His thin lips were dry; lips he shared with his sister. It was a recollection that nagged him, clawing at his consciousness and eating away at him callously.

His fingers were cold but he was sweating. God, I need it now…

To all the kids with heroin eyes,
Don't do it, don't do it,
Because it's not-not what it seems
No, no it's not-not what it seems

He saw her behind closed eyes. Innocent and pretty, a full-bodied and petite woman sharing her love generously with her son. Her disobedient, disrespectful and disgusting son. Her ugly, unwanted, depressed son who didn't want to live in this shit anymore. But he was too afraid of death to put an end to it. And he hated himself for that. He hated himself for everything…worst of all; he hated her for still loving him after she had found out the first time.

The slick, thin needle punctured is skin, injecting the chemical-drug into his veins. Immediately there was a reaction, the sudden euphoria enveloping him. He closed his eyes softly and leaned back against the side of the dumpster where he sat. The rush was divine, a light at the end of a tunnel that excited him.

Everything was perfect again except for her face.

Salvation, salvation, salvation is free,
Salvation, salvation, salvation is free,

Haunting, the image of his mother crept into his alternate world. His personal space and only escape…he writhed and thrust his body backwards, slamming his head against the hard brick to his left.

Go away!

Usually he could get rid of her but this time she wasn't going anywhere. Rooted in place before him, a drug induced hallucination. He cried out in aggravation, moaning and wailing deeply in his chest. It cramped up and soon he couldn't breathe. The effects were only momentary and soon everything was shifting and seemed amusing.

He began to laugh unevenly, sobbing in the chorus of hiccupped crowing.

"Go away," He coughed, "go away, go away," he repeated it until the image faded into nothing.

His cheeks were damp with tears, his mind tortured. He couldn't bear to admit it a second time to his family. Not again, not after what happened.

Salvation, salvation, salvation is free,
Salvation, salvation, salvation is free

"Please," He begged in a meager voice, holding his face in his hands, the laughter ceasing and his body shaking in time with his weeping. "Go away,"

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End Chapter Three

Author's Note: Wow, talk about a dark chapter…To be honest I had no idea I would be writing this part into everything so soon! I wanted to wait but it was killing me, it just had to be written. Either way, it doesn't affect anything. Hope you enjoyed! (Yes, I know, utterly confusing…again, it's meant to be that way...)