Zombie

Z for Zombie

He was desperate to go out. But tonight she stood right in front of
the door to prevent him from leaving. He was nervous and angrily looked
at her.
He began shouting but she would not move aside. She knew exactly what
would happen if she allowed him to leave the house.
Only hours ago he had begged her to prevent him from going out to get
another hit.
It all became too much ! She didn't even stand a chance to
succeed.
He grabbed her arm and forcefully pushed her out of the way, quickly
opened the door and ran down the stairs.
She felt helpless and did not recognise this guy, who was her
boyfriend, anymore!
That night he came back late, slammed the door and locked himself in
the bathroom.
She didn't have the faintest idea what would follow next!
He had spend a while in the bathroom so she went to the door to check
whether he was all right.
She peeked through the half-permeable door window and saw him sitting
on the toilet seat.
Obviously he'd done it!
He was so high that he began to fall asleep.
She called out his name but he wouldn't respond to her.
He had bend forward and slept with his head hanging down.
That's when she started to panic.
What if he had taken too much?
She banged on the door, fiddling with the doors' keyhole and
handle.
There was no way for her to get in other than smashing in the
door.
But she didn't. Instead she kept on crying out his name feeling
completely helpless.
Suddenly an idea.
She phoned up one of his close druggy friends to ask for help.
She was in hysterics and begged him to come over.
He declined and said that if he was not dead within the next twenty
minutes, he'd be all right.
He gave her a number for a doctor who wouldn't cause him any trouble
with the police.
She phoned the doctor's number straight away, telling him that her
boyfriend was feeling very ill and arranged for a homevisit.
She did not tell him that her boyfriend had smacked out his brains and
probably just had od.ed.
She put the phone down and ran back to the bathroom door.
There was some commotion going on.
Hope had grabbed her and she shouted off the top of her voice, turned
the radio on and produced all kinds of sounds and played them as loud
as she could.
After a while he suddenly got up and stumbled towards her and the
bathroom door
He dropped the doorkey, picked it up again but failed to get it into
the keyhole.
In between he paused and went out of it while standing up.
She just kept on shouting to wake him and give him directions to open
the fucking door!
After almost an eternity he finally managed to get the key in, turned
it around, and unlocked the door.
Hastily she pushed down the doorhandle and flung the door open.
In front of her there he was, she held her breath, horrified!
For a splitsecond she wanted to scream and run away.
What had been her boyfriend now looked like a Zombie come alive.
He stared at her lethargically.
The whole expression on his face had sunk downwards.
He resembled an old man with a sorrowful face whilst his eyes stared
at her but were somewhere else.
His pupils had shrunk to the size of a needle.
His torso was bend, his knees were wobbly like those of a
drunkard.
The whole body was sinking towards the floor whenever he fell
unconscious for a second or two.
He kept on reaching for his pockets and produce a white powder-like
substance.
There was hardly any left but he smeared the Heroin against his nose
and sniffed it with the impression of utter self-indulgence and
pleasure.
He slowly began to move towards her.
She wanted to catch him and run away at the same time!
She was bewildered at what she saw and appealed for help to stay
calm...

She will never forget the way he stood in front of her in the
doorway.
It was one of the scariest moments of her life.