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Charlie stopped running and turned into an alley way. He was gasping desperately for air. He had run so fast and was so out of breath that he could barely stand. Still gasping for air, his back slid down the wall until he hit the ground with a thump. His hand fumbled around in his pocket until he felt the plastic of a baggy. He anxiously ripped it open, desperate for a snort of the contents inside of it. He took a pinch full and snorted it. Everything became a blur. His mind stopped racing and for once everything seemed to be peaceful and safe. For some reason he had the desire for the feeling to be stronger, so he reached into the baggy and snorted some more. The sensational feeling was tripled. He leaned his head against the wall, wanting the feeling to not let up. Just in case it might anytime soon, he snorted some more heroin. Every worry left his brain. Every thought and feeling was also flushed from the rocker's mind. It was paradise for Charlie. There was not a thought in his brain, nothing to cram it up. All he could feel was a warm tingling. But suddenly, the feeling disappeared and a searing pain shot across Charlie's forehead. Charlie yelled, for the pain was becoming worse. He began to violently shake uncontrollably. Agonizing pain shot through his stomach, than back up to his head. He began to kick violently, trying to distract himself from the agony he was in. What was happening to him? Why was this happening to him? Hadn't God mistreated him enough? Even worse his breathing was becoming ragged. Each breath became harder and harder for him to take in. Even if he did breathe in, the air stung his throat. Charlie's eyes began to darken and the world seemed to fade away. He felt himself slipping out of consciousness. Than everything went completely black.
Charlie was dressed in all white. Everything around him was white also.
"What the hell," Charlie gasped.
"Charlie," he heard someone call his name behind him. He would recognize that voice anywhere.
"Claire," he screamed, turning to see her in a white gown, her gorgeous golden hair down around her shoulders. He hugged her and she eagerly hugged him. They separated. Both had a wide grin on their face. Slowly Charlie's grin faded.
"Claire am I...dead," he asked?
Claire's smile faded away also. "Almost," she whispered.
"But..how," Charlie asked?
"You overdosed Charlie," she sighed.
"But I'm still alive," he asked.
"Barely," she whispered.
Charlie took Claire's hand. Claire looked into his blue-grey eyes and smiled. She took a wisp of his hair out of his eyes.
"Your time's not now Charlie. Hold on for me. I won't be mad if you leave me. Just remember...when it is your time, I'll always be here waiting for you," Claire smiled, tears filling her eyes.
Charlie frowned. All the white began to fade away. Claire began to fade away.
"Claire no. I'm ready to spend eternity with you," he cried. He reached out his hand which she didn't take. She just looked into his eyes as he faded away.
"I'm always here Charlie. I never left you and your not really leaving me. Just believe," Claire smiled, and Charlie faded away.
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