Who: Mimi and Roger What: Gotta get her sickness off Where: A downtown park When: Late Afternoon Sunday 23rd Rating: Angsttastic Status: In Progress
She'd seen Roger, it had been enough, she was back where she should be, back with her friends and the guy she'd grown to love so completely in the last few months. Her inspiration. So why did she screw him over time and time again for a loser she didn't even know the name of and his bag of wares. She'd lost Roger and it had very nearly broken her, and Mimi being Mimi, she'd tried Rehab. Benny of all people had paid for her. Benny the reason Roger hated her. And nothing had happened in months with him. Not since she'd been with Roger, she loved him. Why would she throw it away for a sellout. Roger could handle the dancing. He could handle the men leering at her but Benny had been a step too far.
She'd wanted to die. Oh she'd wanted to die so badly and she'd done everything she could to send herself to death.
And the last hit the hit she was coming down from was starting to send her to a bad place when Maureen and Joanne found her. Her friends, but if they were her friends they'd just leave her wouldn't they? Leave her to die. She muttered something to that effect but they'd brought her to the loft all the same. To Mark, to Collins, and of course to Roger, Mimi had to fight to keep herself focused on his voice as she slipped into unconsciousness. But she could hear something, she could see...oh it was so warm. She was warm, and was that, The face was so familiar and she told her to listen. Listen. And Mimi tried, oh god she tried. But it was fading. The song, it was fading and she didn't understand.
When she woke, Roger was gone, Maureen, Joanne, all of them. She was no longer on the table in the loft. She was huddled in a park, it was dark and she was...she was shivering. Mimi woke up on a bench not unlike the one the girls had found her on. She couldn't have imagined the rescue could she? Roger and Collins and everyone in the loft. She couldn't have imagined her own personal Angel. It was just her and she didn't know how to deal with it. Besides which and possibly worst of all given the situation, she was coming down. How was she expected to deal with any of it. Her hands shook as she frantically grabbed for the pockets of her jeans. But there was nothing. Nothing that Maureen hadn't taken from her as they'd carried her from wherever they'd found her. It had been a sensible move. But right now Mimi would have scratched the performance artists eyes out for a hit.
Cold, cold. She was so cold and the only way to warm her up was...
It didn't matter, Mimi was in a park, it was late and if she just walked for a little while she'd find someone willing to sell, there was always someone willing to sell. She looked like what she was.
The voice in her head, the one that sounded so like Roger, it sounded so broken and it told her not to be so stupid.
And he was right. But just this one hit. Just till she figured any of this out. If she could do that, she could quit. She would.
It didn't take Mimi long to find someone. It never took her long. And she always had a way to pay.