The needle was on the floor. The city streets were as filled as an ocean. The bottle with a message inside, the torn words "Help" written inside.
The man ran through his busy thoughts while a spark filled his mind. The clicking sound and pushing of his hand filled his soul as he fell on the bed. His eyes dilated as they filled with tears.
A girl walked to him, his girl. She labeled herself HIS LIFE and made sure that SHE was his heroine. She threw herself on top of him on the hotel bed.
He faultered in himself and threw her off of him. She got up staggering, "What the fuck was that for!?"
He stared at her and said "Leave me alone Amanda... I uh... I need to uh..."
He layed back and his eyes rolled to the back of his head. She hit his chest and he got up slightly shouting out a gurgle.
He laid still on his side with his mouth drooling off the side of the bed. She came to him and said "Johannes, what in the fuck are you doing!? Are you using!? Baby look at me!"
It was a half hour until he would regain consciousness. He looked around the empty room wondering what he had done in the days before. He looked at the floor and noticed no needle.
He saw his suitcase open, and ran to it. His stash wasn't there but he was. He checked his phone to see 3 missed calls and 15 messages. It was more hook ups. More connections.
He cried as he heard the door unlock. His woman, Amanda, in his eyes glowing beauty. Shoulder length blonde hair, yoga body and a beautiful voice.
She slammed the door and said "Well I see you're up."
She dropped her two coffees on the table. She looked at him as he wiped a tear from his eye. She laughed "I left because I don't care anymore. I'll always love you... But I just don't care!"
He laughed and picked up his phone, his spite filled anger enraged him. He dialed his manager and asked if she could be taken back by bus. If they could make sure she leaves.
She cried and said "Why are you doing this!?"
He laughed and walked to the bathroom, jumping off the bed to pass her. He jumped into the bathroom as she withdrew her phone and began filming.
He grabbed his spoon and device and asked her "Oh so your filming me now? That's cute.. God fucking damn it Amanda."
She laughed and said "I'm going to ruin you with these videos. You stop or I'll show your fans, manager everybody!"
He stopped. He stopped and looked back on the last 2 years. The woman of his dreams slowly deteriorated into the most villainous deceiving creature there has been.
She would always use herself or the excuse of leaving for him to stop. He realized in that moment. I have to stop for myself. He realized that's that. He began to hurt alone.
He opened the hotel widow and put his drugs into a bag, throwing them outside.
"My struggle... My life has been a complete outpouring of drugs. I can't deal with it! I'm done Amanda... Go ahead and fucking release the videos for your own fucking sake you stupid bitch."
She put her head down and ran to him. She cried as she hugged him, but as she clutched his arms he pushed her away.
She laughed as she wipes her tears and said,"You're an inconsiderate asshole who only cares about himself! After all the times I helped you!
I'm the reason you're sober and you're gonna trow that away for a good time in this shitty town!?"
"I've already had a good time," Johannes said.
She looked at him and said "what do you mean,"while her voice quivered.
He looked at her and pulled out his phone, he showed her a picture of a woman. She had his Nixon watch on that had gone missing days before which she expected him to have pawned.
He said," I fucked this girl. I told you when you got here, i don't give a fuck anymore so stop trying to make me."
She cried, really cried. She sobbed down her face and through herself down. "Nooo Johannes no!"
He looked at her and said "Get out of my sight."
She turned around and burst through the hotel door out into the hallway while he heard her cries of insanity.