A/N: This one has a darker mood to it. Review, and I'll love you forever. Seriously.
Mimi dug frantically through her underwear drawer, until she found what she was looking for. She had reached a medium-sized lidded tin box, decorated with multicolored paint-pens, which clearly stated on top "Mimi-Chica's Box o' Stuff".
It had been decorated by Angel, a Christmas present from two years ago. The box's title was well suited- there was miscellaneous pictures of the Bohemians, a tube of burgundy-colored lipstick, a small bottle of black nail polish, loose coins, and other items. The most noted items being a burnt, silver spoon, a clear baggy of a white substance, and a needle.
Mimi smiled wickedly, grabbed the items from her box, and ran for the bathroom. She was home alone- Roger was at a gig. No one had to know..
With a bit of water, Mimi wet the spoon, and then placed the heroin onto it. She took her lighter out of her pocket- she gave up using candles a long time ago- and watched in morbid fascination as her powered drug became the black, liquid poison that her body craved for so long. Once entering the drug into the needle, she looked up and down her arms and legs for an able vein. Finding one, she shot up, and entered pure.bliss.
Mimi giggled, and left the bathroom, taking her drug-preparation items with her. She was walking on clouds, stars floating left and right. She skipped happily to her room, and lovingly placed the items into the box before shoving the box into the drawer, and slamming the drawer shut.
Mimi turned, now facing the mirror and her reflection. No, she didn't really have any remorse for deceiving Roger, who thought she was clean. She smiled a devil's smile, and leaned in close, murmured to her reflection. "Everyone's got their dirty little secret, and this one's mine."