1,000 Work Hours, chapter 6
Sammie got home and she ran to her room and she cried. She just laid on her bed and cried. She couldn't stop. She made her way to the bathroom. She felt so sick, so she made herself throw up.
That was it, she didn't think she was pretty enough anymore. To have a boyfriend cheat on her. She sat there with her head in the toilet for a few minutes, maybe hours, she wasn't sure. Then she walked back to her room what seemed like in slow motion, to her at least. She crawled to the bed and she leaned over and she reached for a box underneath the bed. She got her needle, she had three, only for special occasions. She took the long rubber band and tied it around her arm and waited for the vein.
POP! There she is. Sammie stuck the needle in and injected the large amount of heroine into her arm. She took the needle out and the band off. She laid on her bed as she tripped off into space and passed out.
The next morning
Tre had been so worried about Sammie beyond belief, when he heard what happened. He saw Sammie peal out of the parking lot so he went over to the Quick Stop to what had happened. Marissa and Johnny told him what they had did, and he was fucking furious.
"How the fuck could you do that?" Tre asked angrily. "She's so perfect and beautiful! How could you ever want to hurt her like that?"
"Marissa's prettier, and better in bed. I needed to be fucking someone on the side to be satisfied," Johnny said with a smirk.
Tre couldn't stand to hear someone say that about Sammie. Sure, Tre had never slept with Sammie, but Johnny should have just ended it if he didn't like her or whatever. That's when Tre's blood boiled over and he punched Johnny right in the nose. Then he went home, he was going to go see Sammie the next day.
That was yesterday, now Tre was driving over to Sammie's house to see if she was okay. He pulled into the driveway and got out of the car. He went up to the door and just pushed it open.
"Sammie!" Tre called.
He walked through the house and finally made it the bedroom where Sammie laid on the bed, the needle and band on the floor next to the bed. He looked at her body as tears filled his eyes. Tre walked over to her and felt for a pulse. She still had one, it was terribly slow though.
"Sammie," Tre called and shook her lightly.
She stirred and Tre was so fucking happy.
"Sammie! Wake up!" Tre said just a tad louder but more urgently.
Her eyes opened and she looked terribly pale. Tre stepped out of her way and she ran to the bathroom and she threw up.
"Ohh, fuck," she mumbled into the toilet. Tre walked into the bathroom and he rubbed her back.
"Johnny's an asshole, you can do better than him," Tre said he gave her a small hug.
"Yeah, sure, whatever," she replied and she got up and she cleaned her mouth out. She floated into the kitchen sadly. She sat down at the table and Tre followed.
"Why did you take so much heroin?" Tre asked.
"'Cause, I'm just so down, he doesn't even care about me," Sammie replied.
"He's an asshole," Tre replied.
"I mean, was I not good enough?" she questioned.
"No, he was just being a dick, he's not good enough for you anyway," Tre replied.
"Do you mean that?" she asked.
"Of course I do, you know that," he said.
"I know," Sammie said. "Thank you for coming over to be with me."
Tre got up and he gave her a hug. "You're welcome," he said. "I did it cause I love you."
That was it, she didn't think she was pretty enough anymore. To have a boyfriend cheat on her. She sat there with her head in the toilet for a few minutes, maybe hours, she wasn't sure. Then she walked back to her room what seemed like in slow motion, to her at least. She crawled to the bed and she leaned over and she reached for a box underneath the bed. She got her needle, she had three, only for special occasions. She took the long rubber band and tied it around her arm and waited for the vein.
POP! There she is. Sammie stuck the needle in and injected the large amount of heroine into her arm. She took the needle out and the band off. She laid on her bed as she tripped off into space and passed out.
The next morning
Tre had been so worried about Sammie beyond belief, when he heard what happened. He saw Sammie peal out of the parking lot so he went over to the Quick Stop to what had happened. Marissa and Johnny told him what they had did, and he was fucking furious.
"How the fuck could you do that?" Tre asked angrily. "She's so perfect and beautiful! How could you ever want to hurt her like that?"
"Marissa's prettier, and better in bed. I needed to be fucking someone on the side to be satisfied," Johnny said with a smirk.
Tre couldn't stand to hear someone say that about Sammie. Sure, Tre had never slept with Sammie, but Johnny should have just ended it if he didn't like her or whatever. That's when Tre's blood boiled over and he punched Johnny right in the nose. Then he went home, he was going to go see Sammie the next day.
That was yesterday, now Tre was driving over to Sammie's house to see if she was okay. He pulled into the driveway and got out of the car. He went up to the door and just pushed it open.
"Sammie!" Tre called.
He walked through the house and finally made it the bedroom where Sammie laid on the bed, the needle and band on the floor next to the bed. He looked at her body as tears filled his eyes. Tre walked over to her and felt for a pulse. She still had one, it was terribly slow though.
"Sammie," Tre called and shook her lightly.
She stirred and Tre was so fucking happy.
"Sammie! Wake up!" Tre said just a tad louder but more urgently.
Her eyes opened and she looked terribly pale. Tre stepped out of her way and she ran to the bathroom and she threw up.
"Ohh, fuck," she mumbled into the toilet. Tre walked into the bathroom and he rubbed her back.
"Johnny's an asshole, you can do better than him," Tre said he gave her a small hug.
"Yeah, sure, whatever," she replied and she got up and she cleaned her mouth out. She floated into the kitchen sadly. She sat down at the table and Tre followed.
"Why did you take so much heroin?" Tre asked.
"'Cause, I'm just so down, he doesn't even care about me," Sammie replied.
"He's an asshole," Tre replied.
"I mean, was I not good enough?" she questioned.
"No, he was just being a dick, he's not good enough for you anyway," Tre replied.
"Do you mean that?" she asked.
"Of course I do, you know that," he said.
"I know," Sammie said. "Thank you for coming over to be with me."
Tre got up and he gave her a hug. "You're welcome," he said. "I did it cause I love you."
