Bleeding Mascara

Chapter 3: Welcome to the Jungle

Welcome to the jungle, we got fun 'n' games. We got everything you want, Honey we know the names. We are the people that can find, whatever you may need if you got the money honey we got your disease. In the jungle, Welcome to the jungle. Watch it bring you to your shun n,n,n,n,,n,n,,n,n,n,,n,n,,n knees, knees. I wanna watch you bleed.

I hate doing this. Its not even a normal hate it's a hate where no matter how much I try to like it, I always hate it. Walking down dark alley at 12 o'clock at night is, well scary. But I don't get scared, never. So I push the fear away by playing games.

Like when you were little and you were scared some monsters were in your closet, it's like that. I make things up as I walk down the alley to my destination. Like that trashcan that looks like a man crouching down, my mind sees it as a cute little dog. Weird I know but it keeps me sharp and my mood is a little happier.

He sees me, I know he does. He pretends not to even notice I'm there till I'm two feet away from him. He's the kind of drug dealer that doesn't make house calls, likes to go in dark alleys to do the deals. His names Caption, I don't know his real name, probably some weird common name, like Fred or Bob. Whatever his name is Caption is the best dealer in L.A.

He's in a long black trench coat, down to his feet. Which are bare by the way, eww told you he was weird. He had a trucker hat on his head, hiding his long shoulder length hair. He's about 5'3 and probably weighs 100 pounds. It's sick just how skinny he is.

He looks up at me when I finally reach him. His blue eyes try to lock with mine, but I refuse to look in his. Because I know what I would see if I did. A sea full of sadness, loneliness and hunger. Hunger for the next fix, hunger for the cash I'm about to pay him.

"Ashley" was all he said before he handed me the little baggy. "Cappy" his face goes red with anger when I call him that. He snatches the little baggy back from me. "What I say about that, if you weren't your fathers daughter I'd..." "You'd what?" I know him to well, he wouldn't hurt a fly. He and my dad were good friends, brothers to be more exact. No not blood, but should be, it'd be better that way. "I'd…um" "You won't do shit Cappy." I take the baggy back and throw the cash on the ground and turn around. I count to three before I start to walk back down the alley to where I started.

And when you're high you never, ever want to come down, so down, so down, so down YEAH! You know where you are, You're in the jungle baby. You're gonna die. In the jungle. Welcome to the jungle. Watch it bring you to your shu n,n,n,,n,n,,n,n,n,,n,n,,n,n,,n knees, knees. In the jungle Welcome to the jungle. Feel my, my, my serpentine. In the jungle Welcome to the jungle. Watch it bring you to your shun n,n,n,n,,n,n,,n,n,,n,n,,n.n, knees, knees. In the jungle Welcome to the jungle Watch it bring you to your. It's gonna bring you down! Ha!