Sean had everything done just like Sunny had taught him the first time he ever hit his vein himself. He took one last look at himself in the mirror, the veins in his arms bulging under the tight grip of the rubber tie. He lifted the needle, his hands shaking fiercely. Sean took a deep breath as one more tear slid down his face.
“I can’t do this without you, Sunny,” Sean said sadly. With that, he put the needle to his arm, closed his eyes and blindly hit his vein. Sean eased the heroin into his vein. When the needle was empty, his legs gave out and Sean hit the floor. For a few minutes, his body stiffened and he could hear the music that his mother used to play at her parties when he was a kid.
“Urggg,” Sean growled, as his jaw tightened causing him to bite down into his own tongue. Blood filled his mouth within seconds. Then, his body involuntarily bucked like he’d been hit with the electric paddles they use to shock dead people back to life. Another low gurgle escaped Sean’s mouth, this time a mixture of blood and white foam spilled from his lips. His body jolted again, but this time it happened several times in a row. Sean’s bladder and sphincter muscle released urine and feces from his body and now vomit erupted up his esophagus.
“I love you more than anything in this world,” Sean’s mother said.
“Little man, I had love for your mother so I’ll always have love for you,” Fox said.
“Aww, baby boy. I love you so much,” Big Mama said.
Sean could see all of his loved ones talking to him. Then a little boy who reminded Sean of himself came toward him and gave him a pound. Sean was asking the little boy who he was, but the boy didn’t say anything and he just kept walking. When the little boy was gone, so was everyone else and then blackness engulfed Sean.
BG laid on the bell again, looking at her watch with crumpled eyebrows.
“I know Beans told me this nigga was at home. Why the fuck he ain’t answering his door?” BG huffed impatiently. She went from ringing the bell to all out pounding her fist on the door. “Sean! It’s me . . . BG, open the damn door!” she hollered. BG didn’t care about his neighbors; she was starting to grow concerned. BG banged for a few more minutes and then she called Beans. He told her to wait until he got there.
When Beans arrived, he used a spare key Sean had given him to get inside. BG and Beans almost killed each other trying to be the first to get through the door.
“King?” Beans hollered.
“Sean!” BG called out. They both rushed around the apartment.
Finally, Beans came upon the locked bathroom door. His heart immediately started pounding against his chest bone and he wanted to keep BG away just in case his suspicions proved true. BG was on Beans’s heels.
“Is he in there?” she asked frantically, an ominous feeling coming over her like a dark cloud. Beans turned toward her with pain in his eyes.
“I don’t know, B . . . Why don’t you go call 911 just in case and let me handle this,” Beans said sadly.
“No! I won’t leave him! No!” BG screamed. “Open the door! Open the fucking door!” BG screeched through newly falling tears. Beans thrust his shoulder into the bathroom door four times before it finally gave.
“Sean! No!” BG screamed, falling to her knees as she looked down at Sean’s lifeless body. His eyes were opened, staring up at the ceiling and he had what looked like a smile on his face. Sean was finally at peace with people who loved him the most.
Sean snapped out of his daydream as he heard the banging on his front door, followed by the bell being rang several times. The thoughts of BG finding him dead was heartbreaking. Tears in his eyes, he shook his head, disappointed in himself for almost falling to the allure of the drug. He heard BG hollering his name and at that very moment, he remembered that through it all he still had his ride or die bitch, BG. He tossed the needle across the room and looked up to the sky as if he was looking into the heavens at Fox, Big Mama, and Sunny. He smiled and vowed to never pick up a needle again. At that point, he knew that he had beaten his addiction. He would never go back to that dark place that he once was. The pounds on the door were getting louder. He unwrapped his arm and smiled. “Here I come BG. . . . here I come.” he said with a smirk.
THE END
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