She gazes up at the star studded sky. The pale moonlight enters the room through the torn curtains that have been blowing in the wind for what seems to be decades. The flickering frail candle light fails to provide much light in was is nothing like a romantic setting. The old carpet is thin and stained with blood and other human fluids.
Propping myself up on one arm, I lean across and stroke her back in a comforting manner. She shudders and pulls away.
‘I’m sick of feeling like this.’ Her voice trembles. Lifting myself and crawling, dragging myself to her side. The misery is etched into her face, but there will be no pity from anyone.
‘It’ll be okay, tomorrow I’ll get some money and you can have your next hit.’ I nuzzle her arm, but once again she pulls away, her eyes watery.
‘No, I don’t want another hit, I don’t want to be on top of the world for a few hours before being depressed until I can get the next one!’ Her voice is escalating, shrill, almost painful to hear, but she’s desperate, it’s obvious by the way her body quivers, the way she’s almost pulling out her hair.
‘You’ll by fine tomorrow, I swear.’ I attempt to soothe her, but instead she begins to cry.
‘Please, just help me to escape, please!’ She pleads.
‘Want do you want? To leave?’
‘You mean…’ I’m finally realizing.
I smile, surprisingly. ‘Of course.’ I’m not morbid but I’ll do anything for her. In a bucket full of swill I found something beautiful. We’d been inseparable since through the ups and downs.
‘I’m sorry, I don’t want to leave you behind. But…’
‘You’re at the end of your tether, I understand, plus, I’ll be right behind you.’
There’s a serene peace in the room, even with all the horrendous commotion coming from various events. She looks up, surprised, but pleased.
‘We’ll be like Romeo and Juliet.’ I whisper in her ear, used syringe in hand.
She lies down happily, perhaps, it could’ve been some other way, but if I could do it all over again, I would. True love is rarer then any gem or physical object.
An inch of air fills the needle; I place a tourniquet around her arm as I’d done many times before. We’re scarred, beat and broken, but they could never tear us apart.
‘It’ll be quick I promise.’ I say, holding her hand with my free one.
‘I believe you. I love you, I’ll see you soon.’ I can only nod as I pressed the deadly air into her vein. It’s ironic that two addicts would die of injecting oxygen rather then OD-íng. But in my opinion, she’s right, it’s better this way. Placing my arm around her, I filled the needle with an inch of air once again.
‘We’ll be together soon.’ I tell the shadow of my love before stabbing the needle in my neck and injecting the air.