A Player Remade (Sequel to A Player in the Remaking)

Chapter Thirty Two

Jamie

Needles. Blood. Heroin.

More than a group of people were standing along the walls trying to get a injection of the herion being distributed in the run down, dirty apartment. My hands shivered as I traced thee few scars on my arms. I could already feel the dry, cotton mouth coming as I was getting closer and closer to the line.

How did I turn into a heroin attict? Easy.

When life gives you pain, you'll do anything just to get a ounce of pleasure back. I knew my baby girl was happy being with Chresanto and Brielle. Being back there in sunny California. I didn't want to have my baby suffer for my selfish ways. As much as I hated it, I had to let her go. I was already mentally breaking down from Chresanto. I don't know what it was about that boy... Ya'll ever have a feeling about someone where as much as you tried letting go something would just try to pull you back? That's how I'm feeling. I know I know, it's stupid. Loving someone who probably isn't even worrying about you is the worst. I just can't help it...

So, one night I was walking around the neighborhood trying to get some unwanted pressure off of my back when a young black dude no older than me stopped me.

"Hey, you do drugs?" He asked, gripping on the back of my sweater.

I shook my head no. Should I be scared? Should I start running?

"Are you intrested?'"

Once again, I shook my head no.

"Look, ma. I can tell in your eyes that you're hurting. I promise you, whatever is on your mind, this shit will make you feel like you have super powers."

He opened the little backpack on his shoulder and pulled out a clear Ziploc bag. A blackish, brownish substance was inside. What the fuck was this that he was trying to sell me?

"What the hell is that?" I asked.

"Heroin." He said a little too proudly.

"Isn't it suppose to white?"

"Yeah, in it's purest from, but this right here has all the additives in it. I promise you, you're money will be worth it."

"I don't think I'm interested."

"C'mon, just buy this one bag. I'll even supply you with two new needles for free."

I swollowed the saliva in my throat. "Just this one time." I whispered.

That one time turned into another time. Then another time. The high that I got off of it was different from all of the others. Only if it lasted three hours, those three hours were hella worth it.

"Jamie!" G yelled causing me to jump back. "Hurry yo' ass up! We have other customers too!"

I sat down on the chair as G briefly cleaned the needle like it was helping clean the germs away. He counted to three then stuck me with the needle. I still screamed just a little since but instantly felt the high in my body.

"Thanks, G." I happily mumbled, throwing a ten dollar bill at him.

"I feel like I can fly!" I yelled out in the middle of the street while I was walking home.

My brain was frieddddddddd. I knew it was bad for me and for my health, but at the same time it was the only thing that could make me feel better with all this bullshit at the moment. I hated that I had to use drugs to feel human, but at the same time I loved the rush that it gave.