She wasn’t sure how she got there. The pavement was wet from rain, the back alley pungent from trash and other things.

But there she sat, the dress torn and dirty, wet from rain. On her lap, mixed in with the tulle of the skirt was the needle. Filled with what she knew all too well. A hand immediately reaches out and throws it.

No!

As the needle made a soft noise hitting the wall, she heard the laugh. And her blood ran cold as her heart seemed to stop.

A figure seemed to step out of the shadows, and while she couldn’t see the face, she knew who it was.

Her body began to shake from the fear of being in his presence again. She had no voice to speak out, she was paralyzed on the ground.

Then the needle reappeared on her lap, uncapped.

“You know you want it. You need it.” Came the voice, velvety smooth, and the very sound of it making her heart pound.

Tears streamed down her face as she shook her head. This couldn’t be real. This wasn’t real.

“Oh come on. You know you’re only useful high. Don’t make me come over there and do it for you.” The voice commanded, anger was now in the voice. His voice.

The shaking was now uncontrollable. Memories began to flood her mind. The consequences of disobeying, the nights crying and hiding in the shower, the blood coloring the water red around her.

Eyes shut tightly as she shook her head, willing her body to wake up. She had to wake up.

Then she could swear she felt the hot soured breath in her face. Sapphires slowly open to find herself face to face with him. Her heart sank like a rock into her stomach as her body continued to shake uncontrollably.

She knew his face better than anything. It was still handsome, and that smile. Such cruelty was promised with it.

The needle was then held up between their faces as tears streamed down her face.

“No.” she whimpered. “No.”

The cruel smile remained as his eyes seemed to light up as the needle lowered toward her arm.

And then she sat up in bed screaming as she fought with the sheets.