Bedlam - Friday
May. 9th, 2008 10:23 amA click-hiss of a cigarette lighter, a small flame held under the square of tin foil and a furtive glance around. The girl looks barely fifteen, dressed in an assortment of black clothes, her short hair marked with a bleached streak down on side. The city's child watches from where she's huddled by some bins, trying to get some rest from the clamouring in her head.
"You think I don't know what a junkie's like? You think all that time I was on the streets, no one tried to touch me?
"I understand now," she murmurs, as the girl carefully draws the bubbling brown fluid into the syringe, and tries to pretend she doesn't feel a twinge of longing.