Fly Free

She sits alone in the corner of the building. It was the darkest place to hide. She hears there foot steps as the search for her. She had run away without paying and now they were after her. 1

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Earlier that day she had been at school, like any other day it was bland and boring, nothing very interesting ever happened. She had gotten lost in a group that was involved with drugs and gangs. She remembered the first time that she had ever used drugs. It was wonderful. The pain of the first time when the needle pieced her skin was lost, no more then a painful memory. She liked it slow, so she could savour every last bit of it. 3

That day she had run out. She had heard that there were some new people in town that were selling cheap. Her friends had told her to get some before the price was raised. She had listened, gone, but alone. It was the worst idea she had ever had.
Her friends had said that if she wasn’t back by 11 pm that night then she was a goner.4

When she arrived there was know one around, it was 5 which gave her plenty of time, minutes later they arrived, offering her some to test, to show that it was the real deal. They had told her that it would be free, if she got some more after.5

She had gratefully taken up the offer, free drugs; well you didn’t get that very often. The band was tight around her arm, the numbing of her hand as her blood flow was temporally cut off, watching as her vein bulged to the surface of her skin, watching as it pulsed with her heart beat, slowly is inserted the needle feeling the contents warm her blood as she pressed down on the top. She held it there for a few minutes, feeling the power as the drugs took over her system. Smiling, she thanked the men and asked for some more, they handed it to her and asked for the money, she handed over what little she had. They told her it was not enough and would have to punish her for wasting their time. She ran, taking off forgetting that she still held the drugs.6

They followed; she had run into a building that was adjacent to the one that she had come from. 7

Now they were in the room with her. Listening out, looking. She sat still hardly breathing. The drugs were starting to take effect. She was dizzy, her arm hurt, and she couldn’t see properly. This was a pain she was not used to. She thought that maybe she had been played, given the wrong drug, or just something that was way too strong.8

After a while the footsteps eased and left, she sat still, unable to move her whole body now hurt and she was getting sleepy. The pain welled up inside her and she cried out for help, she knew that no one would come; no one knew where she was. 9

She sat still, eventually giving into the pain, she fell resting against the cool floor. She could see outside, the darkness surrounded her as sleep took over her body, she hoped that one day she would be found. 10

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It had been two weeks, several bodies where turning up all over the place, all drug addicts. All had a different, unknown drug in their system. The police thought it had to do with a new gang in town, one that would give free samples before selling. Today another body had been found, she was no older then 13. She was found out in the dock in a shed that was hardly used. She lay clutching the drugs that would have killed her anyway. They had determined on site that she had been dead for two weeks. She was only reported missing the other day by the school. 12

Another life wasted he thought as he walked out onto the dock. Looking back as he left he saw the tiny body under the white sheet.13

He would never be able to forget this girl, as she was so young and well known in the community. 14

“Fly free” he spoke as he turned leaving her body behind.15

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