We walked the streets, Joanne and I. We looked all over for her. There was no sign. Walking along the streets, the gray smoke polluting the earth thoughts, of Maureen polluting our minds.
Finally, we went to he only place left we could think of. A place Mimi had told us of so often. It was this big, rundown house standing tall right in front of us. We entered the building.
We climbed the first flight of stairs, looking into each room. It smelled like shit, there were whores and crack heads, but no Maureen. We kept looking.
Finally, we reached the sixth floor. Inside, we saw a woman. Brown hair, browns eyes, in a wet sweatshirt. This creature laying in front of us, was Maureen.
"Maureen?"
She groaned.
"Come on up."
Joanne and I helped her all the way back to the closest apartment, mine. She was weak and could not move on her own.
"Let's get you into some nice dry cloths." Joanne said, removing Maureen's sweater. Maureen fought, but was not strong enough. Once the sweatshirt was off, then we saw it. Red, cut marks on Maureen's arm.