As she leaned closer to the floor, she felt that her left thight had become irritated over the tiny bullet with cocaine in her jeans pocket. She put her hand in her pocket, searching for it as she nearly rolled around. She finally got it out, and looked at it.
She desperatly wanted this, but at the other hand she knew that her addiction would only get worse. Shane knew that this was her weakness, but she couldent resist. She placed the bullet close to her nose and gazed down at the floor. The cocaine hit her clear as ice cold water. It wasen`t suppose to feel that way, and her body wasen`t suppose to shake. But it did. Suddanly she felt a fake soberness, as she paniced when she noticed the blood on the floor. Her nose felt heavy as she realized that it was bleeding. Shane fell completely down at the floor. She felt awake, but she coulden`t move.

Then, she could see the contures of a blonde girl infront of her. She desperatly tried to get contact with Shane and slapped her on the cheek. All went black, but Shane could still hear voices. “Alice. Don`t touch her. You don`t know who she is”. A way more calmer but determent voice replied “I`m not leaving her Gabby. Call an ambulance. Now!” Shane wanted so bad to move, and she wanted to tell her that it was ok. That she would be ok. But was that the truth? No matter how much she felt like living or dying, it wasen`t up for her to decide anymore. And even if she did regretted, it was too late. Shane noticed that her head was hurting in the second she passed out, and for the first time in her life she realized that she really did care about waking up.

The sickness was hard, when there was no one around.
And it spread to her hands, and it spread to her legs
And they felt like the mud from the pond on the ground
that she played in as a kid
What she did to deserve it, while her friends were at parties
she was on the floor with a mixture of blood sweat and tears by her head
That`s when she said, can I be dead?