To Dance!- Chapter 5
...chiropractors...
Early one morning a few weeks later Mimi rose with the sun to greet the day. With Mark's help she had been absolutly clean for over a week. (Let's just say Mark figured out how hard it is to go get smack when the door is padlocked.) The crashing was the worse part. Wakeing up shakeing and sweating on the cold unforgiving tile of the bathroom and not even remembering how she got there. Thank God for friends. She wished Roger was with her every day thinking how much easier this would be if he was there. 'But,' she thought honestly 'if Roger was still here you wouldn't be trying to get clean...'
Sleepy eyed and clad in a blue cotton night shirt, Mimi left the warm comfort of her bed and strode into the freezing apartment.
After putting on a pot of coffie she sauntered over to get the mail.
She sighed "Electric bill...water bill...oh I may have already been a winner...heat bill...notice of eviction, yeah right Benny...sigh..." She frowned as she saw the fermiliar handwritting of Dr. Zimmerman. "Chiropractor bill"
In the 4 years Mimi had been a Cat Scratch dancer she had spent more money on going to the chiropractor than on heat and water and electricity combined.
'Tis' the rough and expensive life of a dancer.' She told herself.
Later that day Moureen dropped by to see how she was doing.
"I'm fine Moureen. Really." She told the diva currently paceing around her home giving Mimi these false, theatrical looks of pity.
' I don't need HER to pity me!'
"Are you sure pookie, because I feel so bad when you're just here all by yourself"
"Really Moureen, I'm fine!" She said through clenched teeth.
"Marky can be such an ass sometimes."
'Sometimes you gotta be a diva to make a diva go away.'
"He's not...he's just doing what...Roger would have...done...(swipes away fake tear)...I think you should go now."
"Oh Mimi I'm so sorry honey. Ok. I'll just...if you need to talk to anyone...you know where I'll be."
Mimi laughed silently thinking 'Yeah like I'll ever need to talk to you.'
Midnight
Tears fought their way out of Mimi's eyes as she leaned over the toliet empting what little was in her stomach before sinking back down on to the stone cold floor. How she could manage to be aabsolutly freezing on the outside but burning up inside was a complete mystery to her. Various thoughts flickered in her minds eye. 'God I need a hit...I need Angel...I need to forget...I need a solution...I need Roger.'
She was vaguely aware of being lifted off the floor a few hours later. The filmmaker had come to refill her AZT and heard her sobbing in the bathroom. He carefully placed her down on the couch and put a cool washcloth on her forehead before sitting down on the other side of the couch. They sat in silence for an underminable amount of time before Mimi finally spoke "I need him." She said.
"I know," he replied "I do too."
Last two chapters to come soon. don't forget to review.