A. Live In Me- Chapter One- Beginnings

Live In Me

They sat holding hands in a dark, candlelit room. The flickering flames
danced around the walls, creating ghosts of unnatural light. They
chanted, as one, in a language unrecognisable to someone outside of the
circle. They were the One. The Only.

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Chapter One
Beginnings

Sheila fiddled nervously with her pen. She stared hard at the board,
unable to read the blurry writing. She rubbed her eyes, leaving black
smudges where her pen's ink had leaked onto her hands. She looked into
her pencil-case's mirror, and caught a glimpse of herself.

God? I'm so fat. And what the hell? Black all down my face? good one
She? very good? now I look fat and stupid? great.

She slowly raised her hand. The teacher's gaze went through her, and
Sheila waited. Eventually, the teacher, a strict young man from
Stroke-on-Trent, who had better things to do than teach blabbering
imbeciles like Sheila, barked "What is the matter, girl?"

Sheila hesitated. "Well, sir. I seem to have? erm? smudged ink onto my
face. Can I go to the toilets and wash it off?" Sir gazed through her
again.

Anything for a smoke. Anything. They'll try anything.

"You have TEN minutes!" Sir spat. He may have had a bad sense of
humour, and a terrible temper, but he was incredibly generous with his
'toilet time'. It was his belief that teachers who gave a very limited
amount of time to pupils needing the toilet appeared desperate to have
the pupil in their lesson. With Sir though, this was not the case. He'd
loved to have let them all run free.

Then he could be alone. Snort some heroin. Dream of killing them all.
Good times indeed.

Sheila rushed off to the toilets. She peeked in, delighted to see they
were empty. She stepped into a cubicle, breathed in (as it was her
belief that she was so incredibly huge that if she were to breath out
she'd never get in the toilet), and plonked herself down onto the loo
seat.

She dragged her bag towards her, and reached inside. She dug deep,
before bringing out a small, see through plastic bag. She stared at it
for a few seconds, taking in the contents within it. Heroin. She'd
found it under her desk. She sat right at the front of the class, in
front of Sir's desk, so couldn't figure out who'd left it there. It was
a hefty bag full, must have cost a fortune. She wasn't sure what to do
with it.

She decided to use it.
She'd read about a 'cotton wool' effect it could give. It could wrap
her up and take her away from life's problems. She'd never taken drugs
before? should she now?

Nobody would care if she did, ofcourse. Her parents didn't give a damn
about her. And the teachers? What the hell do they care? And she had no
friends?

Tentatively, she reached into the bag, and scooped up a small amount of
the drug. She dribbled a line of it onto a folder balanced on her
knees. She sealed the bag, and hid it in her bag again.

Then, she raised the folder, and inhaled deeply.