White Heaven

Author : Ashley Spinelli

Brittney was crouched in the corner of her bedroom. Her mouth trembled. She couldn’t deal with the thought of not having it. She looked like she hadn’t shower in days. Brittney slowly got up from her crouched position and walked over to her desk. The clock read 5:45 p.m. Her stomach rumbled like a lions roar.

She went down to the kitchen to try to make some food. Her hands fidgeted with the knife that she was holding to make her sandwich. She realized she was too sick to eat, so she threw the sandwich out. The house phone rang.

“Hello?” she asked.

“I have it. Do you need it now?”

“Oh my god you have it? Yes. Yes please! I need it,” she exclaimed.

“Okay I’ll come by soon to drop it off,” he whispered into the phone.

“My address is 42 Smithson Street,” she said and then hung up the phone.

After she got off the phone, she became even more anxious. Her cold sweats got worse. Just think happy thoughts. She paced the room because she could no longer sit. This is what her life had come too. It was the drug she needed and nothing else.

Just the thought of it in her hand made her go crazy. Going on the computer didn’t help, neither did watching TV or calling up friends. This man was a savior. She would owe herself to him. He was the only person she could think about.

Her prayers were answered when the doorbell rang. It has to be him. She opened the door and there was a man, dressed in ripped blue jeans and a black t shirt.

“Brittney?” he asked.

“Yes that’s me,” she said.

“Here you go” He extended his arm and held out his hand. In it was the white heaven she’d been waiting for.

“Oh my gosh, thank you so much. I owe you big time,” she told him.

She took the phone with the white case out of his hand and closed the door. The cold sweats stopped, her hands stopped trembling and her blood pressure decreased. She headed back to her corner where she was perfectly okay.