untitled- Help?

Prolouge- He.1

The crumpled photograph in his hand fell to the ground. He shuddered, then fell back onto the bed and sighed. His eyes closed and for a second he was far away, lost in his own thoughts. He was numb. For now. 2

Things for him hadn’t been easy. Just when he thought things were fine, a whole new drama appeared that he had to deal with. 3

He woke up the next morning with a headache that could kill. He got out of bed, and looked at himself in the mirror. He was horrified at what he saw. His skin was yellow, his eyes unfocused and the areas around them a deep purple. His long hair was lank and greasy and pale brown lumps studded his arms and legs, where his veins had burst. His tracks. People on the street were proud of their tracks, showing them to anyone they thought was a “newbie”,4

“Beat that!” They had said to him one day near Spanky’s place. He could have just rolled up his sleeves and shoved his arms under their mutilated noses, but he wasn’t like that. He wasn’t proud. He would just do anything to numb the pain.5

He was on his way to Spanky’s now. Walking along the streets, people gave him knowing looks,6

“I know what you are,” Their eyes said, “I know what you’ve been doing. You failure.” 7

He just looked at the ground. 8

After five minutes of walking, he reached it. A normal looking house on the outside. He knocked on the door and waited for Spanky to realise it was him and not the police. 9

“Frankie!” Spanky yelled as if he was surprised to see him “Yo yo yo, my brudda! What’s up?” Spanky greeted him in the usual way, with his heavy (fake) Jamaican accent. Spanky was white. 10

Spanky was very strange boy. He was about 19, but he had a face that looked about 10. He had bright green dreadlocks, and always wore the same yellow tee shirt and bright green combats. When they needed to be washed he walked around naked. He didn’t wear underwear.11

Frankie didn’t speak. He never did. He nodded at Spanky and picked up that night’s load.12

Chapter 1- On the way back from Spanky’s13

Frankie walked slowly back from Spanky’s place. Their names seemed hilarious to anyone who met them both for the first time,14

“Frankie and Spanky!” They’d laugh, “What’s your sister’s name? Lanky?” Everyone thought they were brothers. They looked nothing alike, but then, some brothers don’t. 15

Frankie was crossing the road when he saw her. Across the road was the most gorgeous girl he’d ever seen. She had the longest black hair he’d ever seen, almost down to her feet, with red streaks highlighted in it. She had a white powdered face, Heavy kohl rimmed eyes, with red up to her perfect eyebrows, and black lipstick. She had Piercings, and lots of them. She was wearing a short black tutu, red corset, fishnets and a long flowing leather jacket, with huge platform strappy boots on.16

He’d never seen her before. He had to meet her, he just had to.17

But as quickly as she had appeared before him, she was gone. It was almost as if she had never been there at all. For now, he had to give up and get ready for the job that night. 18

He changed into his best clothes- there was a chance mystery girl might be at the party