Slowly, opening her eyes, Carla narrowed them, there was a pounding in her head and a ache in her eyes. She didn't know where she was and was close to probably not finding out. She sat up a bit, and lifted her arm that felt oh so heavy, to touch her fingertips to her face, or at least it felt like her face.
Carla Ann sighed, and sat up fully, moving to her feet, she could feel that last dosage of crystal meth getting to her. Though she loved the thrill it pushed through her veins. She looked around and realized she was in that homeless shelter again... How did she get here? Narrowing her eyes, she looked over towards a male he was sitting on his knees by her.
"Oh, you're finally awake, good thing to..." When he say her confused look, his lips turned into a solid line. "It's Drake, I take care of you?" Realization flooded her eyes and he smiled, and reached forward, patting Carla's shoulder, there was a sick look in his face, but she didn't speak. "Oh, if only you'd remember..." He whispered, and started getting all emotional, and Carla leaned back and shook her head, she started to pat the ground for something and Drake handed what she was looking for, to her. "I don't approve of this, Carly. but, if it makes you happy..." He sighed.
She looked down and saw there was a box of cigarettes in her hand, and slowly a smile came over her lips, she pulled one out and looked around when he again pulled out a lighter and lit it for her. "Just remember, Carly, you're going to see that doctor, it's going to be great okay?" Carla tilted her head as she took a long drag of her cigarette. "He's going to help you... Okay?" She blew the smoke in his face, saw him wrinkle his face in disgust, and she smile apologetically, yet she still didn't talk.
Soon after their conversation, Drake held his hand out to Carly, who was finishing her cancer stick, he then lifted her to her feet, and looked to his watch and grunted. "Great, we're really late... Well, better late then never, isn't that right?" He looked to Carla, who glanced at him warily, then looked straight ahead. He took that as a sign to go to her appointment and stay silent. Once they walked down the streets, he sighed, and tried to hold his arm around her but she shrugged it off and he walked her into the building.
Carla noticed the no smoking sign and narrowed her eyes,s he stuff the pack of cigs in her back pocket and she walked forward, to the front desk and Drake spoke. "We are here for Carla Ann's appointment." The female smile, and nodded, she guided them both to the room, and knocked lightly. "It's Carla, Camden..." She smiled, and gently opened the door, ushering Drake and Carla inside.
Carla raised an eyebrow as she looked at the male behind his desk, she said nothing and Drake nodded. "Well I'll leave you to your work then..." His eyes pleading as he looked at Camden then left, Carla just stood there, and planted her hands on her hips, she was still a bit high.