A/N: Just some random Miminess…I heart her so much and I was writing this in my head at school one day so I transformed it into a story! Enjoy! PS It's a little like Faulkner if you've ever read it. It's weird because I hate Faulkner…hmm…
Disclaimer: Jonathan Larson's!
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Mimi's POV
Cold. Cold. The cold. It burns, and stings.
I reach for a hand, some support. To grab onto. He's there. I can't see him, but he's there.
My body aches, every inch, every part, every section. It all hurts. It all burns. It all stings. It's all cold. Cold. Hot. I can't stop shaking. Not matter how much I try, I no longer have control over all my muscles. Just one hit. Just one. Just one little needle. One little bag of powder. One little bag of white powder. One little bag of need. A bag of everything I need.
Sometimes I can't remember. His name, my name. Nothing. It's all blank. Nothing matters but the cold. Nothing matters but trying to get my mind set on one thing. I don't even know what that one thing is. It's all blurry. It's all messy. It's all cloudy. I can't concentrate. I need focus, need a center, something to look for. Something to look forward to.
"Mimi?" I hear lightly whispered against my shivering body, pressed against something warm and comforting. Loving and sweet. It must be him. It must be. His name. It's not there. He's always there, but it's never there. I can never get it when I'm like this. "Mimi, sweetie?"
"R…stay…hold me…" I squeak out in longing. R…it doesn't come. It never comes. I blink from the madness and confusion, taking in gasps of air. Gasps I know I'll need for later, when I'm starving for a breath. The world seems a little clearer, and I suddenly see figures in a warm but gentle light. I see his face, frowning in worry back at me. Our hands are connected, held tight against his chest.
"Mimi, I'm not going anywhere. Just hold on. It's hard but hold on." I feel cold, wet, hard surface beneath me. I'm no longer comfortable and in his arms. I feel unsafe, insecure. Like I could drop out from the world at any second. He says it's hard. I don't know. I don't know what's happening to know if it's hard or not. It hurts. It's pain. It's suffering. Is that hard? Is it bad?
"Where…where?" I sputter out, clinging to any part of him I can grab. He's steady, sturdy, and secure. I feel safe. I feel like I can hold him forever, and never let go. He doesn't hesitate. I love him. I remember that I love him.
"You're in the bathroom. You were burning…" I feel cold as hell now. Burning? How? I couldn't have been burning if I'm dripping now. Water drips down my skin, leaving marks as they travel slowly. "I had to cool you down."
"Love…thank…you…" My mouth barely opens, my lips cracking with any little movement that performs itself. I can't stay conscious much longer. It's too much. Not enough energy. I can't tell if my eyes close. I can't see anything anyway. There's no difference. Maybe if I fall asleep the pain will drift away. Disappear. I need a hit. Then it will disappear.
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The sun shines brightly on my face, forcing my head to pound violently. I look around to see blankets covering my frail body, and Roger asleep next to me. He's curled up in a ball, uncovered and shivering. I must have stole all his blankets. That or he gave them to me. I don't remember a thing. I feel hungry and worn out, although I must have slept for a long time. I'm not able to get up, but make my body turn towards him. His eyes rise open and he smiles.
"You feeling better?" He asks, licking his lips and running his fingers kindly over my face.
"Hardly." I whisper from my dry throat, suddenly sparking the memory of water all over my body. I was covered in cold, no, freezing water. My eyes close again, ready to erase all of my thoughts and slip back to an abyss of pleasure.
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