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R.I.P.  Demri Parrott

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She glared at him from across the room.  Those dark, doe eyes were red & lazy.  There seemed to be no soul within them.  They were barren.

"I don't understand why you couldn't just TELL ME," Demri spat.  She eyed Layne up & down, an irritated sigh escaping her when he turned around to take off his leather jacket.

"I did tell you," Layne finally responded.  He lit a cigarette & glared back at her.  Those crystal blue eyes bled despair.  "You probably don't remember because you were TWISTED AS HELL this morning."

She rolled her eyes & slumped back into the couch.  She thumped her hand against the arm rest impatiently.  Her little face burnt red.

"We need a hit, L," she grumbled.  Her eyes slanted back up to look at him.  "We need one for the morning or we'll get sick."

Layne took a sharp drag from his smoke, his face steaming as he exhaled.  "I don't CARE if we get sick.  Fuck, Dem, we ARE sick."

Her eyes filled up with tears.  "But we won't be able to sleep most of the night, after about 5 or so hours without it, we get sick..."

Layne sighed.  His scrawny body slumped onto the couch.  He wrapped an arm around her, his brow curled on his gray face.  He leaned in & kissed her, running his fingers through her soft dark hair.

"We gotta stop, babe, it's been getting out of control again," he muttered.  He wetted his lips in spite of himself when he caught another angry look from her.  "We gotta do this, Dem...  We both ODed last week, don't you remember how scared everyone was?"

"We made it through, though.  We could just cut back," she argued.

Layne bit his lip.  "We've tried that."

She shot up from the couch, her bony body now shaking.  "I DONT WANT TO STOP, LAYNE!  I FUCKING NEED IT!!!"

Tears filmed Layne's eyes, his chest burning.  "I know it's hard, Demri.  But we need to STOP.  We don't need H, babe..."  Tears fell down his cheeks, his bony hands immediately wiping them away.  "It's killing us..."

Demri stomped over to the front door, her purse wrapped around her shoulder.  She opened the door & turned to him.  A sadistic grin smeared across her gaunt gray face.

"Maybe I want to die."