Okay this is one of those parts that you knew was coming, but you hate it. Am I right?
Oh, yea, and I have finals next week, and prep all this week. So probably no new chapters for about 2 weeks at most… if there is one, it shall be short.
And, I lied. It's not completely Mimi-centric. Tiny bit of Angel-POV in the middle.
-Insert disclaimer to RENT here-
Wake up
Breakfast
School
Home
Homework
Dinner
Clean up
Shower
Wait for Angel to come back from her part-time job at the thrift store
Talk
Sleep
Wake up…
The routine went on and on. Mimi was getting sick of the mindlessness of it.
She wanted excitement, a thrill, like a roller coaster. She wanted to live again like Abuela told her to. Life was getting boring without her constant little surprises or quips. Mimi felt like shit.
She looked the same – "Gorgeous as ever," according to Will, but she felt like a shell. She needed adrenaline. A stranger's voice drifted through her mind.
I have something that will make you feel like the million dollars you look like…
That's what she needed. That night was burnt into her brain – everything the man said.
Angel wasn't in the room… she was at the thrift store. So she was safe… Angel didn't have to know…
She remembered the instructions as if she heard them yesterday instead of last year.
You light the candle, and put the powder in the spoon…
Mix the powder with a bit of water and boil it over the candle…
Then you put the liquid into the needle…
Tie a cloth all tight here…
And hit yourself here a bit…
Inject it into your veins right… here…
Whoosh
It was the best feeling it the world. A floaty feeling. How could this feeling ever harm her? Why hadn't she done this before? She was dancing on clouds… never to come back down. She danced around the room, putting all her energy into dancing to the music on their small crappy radio.
To her disappointment, Mimi did come off the high in time for bed. She crawled under her covers, thinking about that feeling the high… shit. She thought.
What the fuck am I doing?
She wasn't sure if she wanted an answer.
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Angel came back into the room from her part-time job to find Mimi collapsed on the bed.
Poor thing. Must have had a hard day… didn't stay up to talk like she usually does.
She didn't think twice about it. She just changed into a pair of sweatpants and a loose tank top and went to bed herself.
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Mimi woke the next morning to find the needle she used the night before right next to her bed, on the floor. The candle lay unlit, and the plastic baggie still had about half of the smack in it.
Shit.
Had Angel seen it? She hoped not…
Mimi rolled out of bed and hid everything where it was before – her cardboard "treasure box" in the corner of the closet the sisters shared. Angel had given it to her saying; "everyone needs a little secret now and then." Well, this was a little secret, right? Mimi's little secret. Right. She heard Angel get up and drowsily make her way to the shower. She heard the water running and quickly got dressed so she could head for the kitchen and make breakfast for the two of them.
A bowl of brand-less sugary cereal and a glass of orange juice later, the girls were walking to school. Mimi recognized the spot where that oily man gave her the smack a year ago. And the candle, and the needle… fuck. The needle. She could have AIDS, now.
Well he wouldn't have given you the needle if he had AIDS… right?
But what if he didn't know…?
"What's wrong, honey?" Angel was now a full ten feel in front of Mimi. She haddn't realized that she stopped walking.
"Just… remembering. This is where you saved me, si?"
"Si."
"What were you doing out on the street at night? I mean… I just got kicked out, but you had no reason…"
"El cielo." (The sky) Angel replied. "It was so pretty that night… I just had to go outside and see it."
"I didn't notice…"
Angel laughed. "Of course you didn't, honey! You were probably looking out for yourself and keeping an eye peels for that drug dealer guy who hangs around here."
"What?"
"Oh, you obviously didn't see him." Angel pushed one of the school's double doors open. "He's pretty noticeable. Long, brown, greasy hair. Beat-up leather jacket. Always carrying around smack, trying to get us high schoolers addicted. I'll point him out to you later."
"Oh, uhm, okay." Damn. Would he recognize her? If he did, would he say anything? Mimi already regretted using the smack he gave her; it was leading to too many complications…
What the fuck have I done?
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