To the moon and back. [ TW ]

Time: 15th of April, around 11 pm.
Place: The park in Aston.
Weather: A bit chilly, few clouds.
Outfit: Click me!

Contains: Drugs.

Tagged: @Tien

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Outfit: Black tanktop with a few silver necklaces. A red jacket resting off the shoulders, black high heeled boots an small black bag, tied to the black belt which keeps her jackered pants from sliding down. She lost her hat on the trip to the park.

Every kind of storage Tien had had in the new house had been used up. She was out of drugs. Therefore, she had left the twins at home with Cecilia, and Ryan just next door.  She was having her last grams spread on a stair railing from the metro and up to the park. With a small tube, she took the last line, grabbing onto the railing to make sure she was not going to fall back, while she held her head back. As it seemed to be properly in, gone and about to do it’s work, she straightened her head back before she aggressively and slightly desperately tossed the tube. “Fuck,” she cried and sniffed once, drying her nose with the back of her hand. She was tired of this and indeed feel like she needed more to function properly. There was no way her family was going to be coping this bad. She had to do something for them – right? So taking drugs was her way of keeping a happy face when she was with her family. “Fucking bullshit,” she mumbled as she slumped up the stairs. She took up her phone and stared at some messages while she walked into the park. Her dealer had said he would be in the park, but her train had been late, and now she was texting like a maniac to see if he was still in the park. “No, no, no…” she whispered, not really noticing where she was heading. She tried dialing her dealer instead. Her eyes were quite red, and her pupils dilated. The phone went directly on voice mail. “Come on man… Don’t be a dick…” she begged to the phone quite calmly, before she hung up and tried dialing again. Voice mail. “Peter… Answer me, please. I’m beggin you,” she ended the call to call him up again. She could feel how her body was feeling electric. Voice mail. She took her phone down from her ear and the microphone just in front of her mouth. “PETER! ANSWER ME!” She took her phone down to be sure she had dialed right number. She had indeed. She raised the phone again, so the microphone was in front of her mouth. “Fuck you…. Fuck you, Peter! Answer me!” she almost wailed. She lowered the phone, whispering, “Answer me. Answer me. Answer me. Answer me!” She could feel her eyes getting wet. “Answer!” she yelled at her phone, and started wailing. She leaned against a nearby lamppost. She cancelled the call, only to dial it immediately again.

Voicemail.

She immediately screamed at her phone, tightening the grip around her phone before she threw it towards a nearby tree. She wailed quietly looking down at herself, before she realized someone had been sitting by the tree. She immediately looked up with a downturned mouth and dried her dry cheeks with the back of her hand. She tried to straighten up and look like she didn’t care about anything. She slowly approached the guy and straightened her arm in his direction. “Can I have my phone, please?” she almost whispered not looking into the guys eyes.