Post by Charlie on Sept 21, 2005 15:34:40 GMT
6 hours. 6 miserable hours into this stupid flight. More than hours since his last hit, and Charlie was starting to feel like shit. He slumped in his seat, tapping his DS ring against the arm rest. He didn't look up when some stupid flight attendant came and asked if he was alright. Of course he wasn't alright. He was screwed. More than that, the band was screwed. And, as per usual, at the head of the 'reasons to be miserable' queue, he needed heroin.
"I'm fine. Thank you. Please."
She didn't look convinced, but what did that matter as long as she went away? Which she did, off to the back of the plane. Charlie glanced up the aisle. Clear run to the toilets. Nothing else for it, then... especially now the FA was coming back.
He was on his feet, almost running, colliding with a tall, chiseled guy in the rows ahead, flying past an All-American blonde still further on. He kept going despite the FA's pursuit, locked himself in the cool white light of the cubicle, and breathed a sigh of relief.
Voice over the intercom - something about returning to seats, putting on seatbelts. Whatever. Digging around in his shoe he found what he was looking for. Such a small thing, really.
"Sir, are you all right?"
Christ, were those the only words she knew? "Just a minute" he replied, fumbling with the plastic. Just a little bit for now...
Most people, talking about taking heroin, witter on about the intense happiness, but Charlie didn't get that. All lies, all made up to justify why you took the stuff. It had to have been allright once, else why would you take it more than just that one time, but now all it did was numb the pain of wanting it. A shit way to live, he knew full well, but what could he do about it?
More knocking, a voice in the distance asking him to open the door. Panicking, Charlie dropped the packet into the sink, turned his attentions to the cabinet beneath to check that they were well hidden. Suddenly gravity seemed to have taken a day off, and he found himself getting acquainted with the ceiling. Fighting his way out of the toilet he stumbled and fell, rolled out of the way of a food cart careering towards him, and struggled into the seat.
Oh god oh god oh god. Oh shit. What the hell was going on? Frantic, he clipped on the belt, slipped the mask over his head, and hoped this wasn't the end...
"I'm fine. Thank you. Please."
She didn't look convinced, but what did that matter as long as she went away? Which she did, off to the back of the plane. Charlie glanced up the aisle. Clear run to the toilets. Nothing else for it, then... especially now the FA was coming back.
He was on his feet, almost running, colliding with a tall, chiseled guy in the rows ahead, flying past an All-American blonde still further on. He kept going despite the FA's pursuit, locked himself in the cool white light of the cubicle, and breathed a sigh of relief.
Voice over the intercom - something about returning to seats, putting on seatbelts. Whatever. Digging around in his shoe he found what he was looking for. Such a small thing, really.
"Sir, are you all right?"
Christ, were those the only words she knew? "Just a minute" he replied, fumbling with the plastic. Just a little bit for now...
Most people, talking about taking heroin, witter on about the intense happiness, but Charlie didn't get that. All lies, all made up to justify why you took the stuff. It had to have been allright once, else why would you take it more than just that one time, but now all it did was numb the pain of wanting it. A shit way to live, he knew full well, but what could he do about it?
More knocking, a voice in the distance asking him to open the door. Panicking, Charlie dropped the packet into the sink, turned his attentions to the cabinet beneath to check that they were well hidden. Suddenly gravity seemed to have taken a day off, and he found himself getting acquainted with the ceiling. Fighting his way out of the toilet he stumbled and fell, rolled out of the way of a food cart careering towards him, and struggled into the seat.
Oh god oh god oh god. Oh shit. What the hell was going on? Frantic, he clipped on the belt, slipped the mask over his head, and hoped this wasn't the end...