THIRTY-TWO
Saturday morning
Bella doesn't know where she wakes up most mornings now. She doesn't care either. She doesn't feel anything at all.
Her head is pounding, and her mouth tastes tangy, a coarse coating covering her teeth. A bottle of beer sits on the bedside table and Bella knocks it back. She doesn't know what she just drank. She doesn't care.
She finds James and Laurent on the balcony, basking in the morning sun. They hold out a bag of white powder and she lines it up on the table, using a rolled up note to inhale deeply.
She doesn't care. She doesn't feel anything anymore.
Oh dear, they're not out of the darkness yet :(
See you tomorrow x
