Red-eyes, shaking hands, shivering, miserable, desperate. Needing. Sara folded her hands desperately to stop them shaking. She tugged nervously at her clothes, her eyes aimlessly scanning the hall, never settling on anything particular. Her stomach hurt, her eyes hurt and she felt sick. But worse of all she needed. Needed so bad it was almost a physical pain in itself. The Need consumed her, filled every part of her being until she her only escape was another hit. She knocked again, a quick tapping against the wood. It had been days since she’d last had any. She thought she could overcome it, but she couldn’t. Sara rasped her knuckles against the wood again. She needed so bad it felt like she was going to die. “Please…for the force…please…” Sara said more to herself then the person on the other side of the door. If she got through the next few minutes, if someone simply opened the door, then she could go back…face the pain again. Sara wiped the back of her sleeve against her nose. It was dripping again, as it always did as she came down. When she needed… Restlessly Sara paced the hall. Where were they? Why weren’t they opening the door? She knocked again, rapping loudly against the wood. This time the door opened and she collapsed inside unable to take her weight on her now wobbly legs. “For Gorra’s sake Sara!” Mickel barked, “I was coming already? What’s the matter with you?” Sara rolled onto her back; she couldn’t find the energy to get back up. The look on Mickel’s face was pure horror. “Jordie?” Mickel called hurriedly, he pulled Sara into a chair and began to hurriedly massage her hands and arms. Some cynical part of Sara kicked in and told her that it wasn’t because he cared but simply because he didn’t want a druggie to overdose in his posh apartment. Mickel didn’t want the security forces asking questions or even worse the Jedi, because she died in his apartment. It felt like ages to Sara before Jordie walked into the room and even then there seemed a huge time between each step he took. The green-skinned, blonde-haired Gammoid looked at Sara and his wordlessly anxious brother and sat silently down on the couch opposite Sara. He pulled out a cloth from his pocket, wiped his hands and motioned to Sara. From somewhere inside her Sara managed to find enough energy and pull the credits from her pockets. The credits that she had stolen from Master Ash-ka and also from An-Paj when she had seen the healer earlier that morning. Sara knew that what she had done was wrong, that it went against the Jedi code, but she couldn’t help it…not when she needed like this. Mickel disappeared into the other room while Jordie kept an eye on Sara. A few minutes later the Gammoid was back a small packet of white tabs in his hand. Sara could see each individual tablet jiggling against each other. She pushed credits across the table but the Gammoid didn’t pick them up, he just eyed them gingerly like they were covered in slime. Mickel dropped the pack of tabs onto the table and left again to go into the kitchen. Sara’s eyes followed him desperately hoping he would come back soon, she was too weak to pick the tabs up herself. Her joints had begun to ache, not just the larger ones but every single joint in her body ached with a fiery squeal of pain. Mickel appeared again, a plasti-cup containing water jiggled in one four fingered hand. Carefully he gave her the tabs and then the cup of water. It sloshed slightly over one hand and the water dribbled down her fiery hot skin. Quickly she placed the tablets into her mouth, ignoring their acidic taste and gulped them down with water. “Don’t mother her Mickel.” Jordie snapped. Mickel didn’t do anything but glare back. Sara thought about saying something, but a wave of bliss and bright colours obscured her senses and the pain instantly disappeared. She didn’t struggle against it but gratefully melted inside it until it enveloped her in its embrace. * Half an hour later, Sara struggled back into the temple. She had already begun to plan her next hit. Whom she would get the credits off, who she was take from so they didn't notice. Mostly the need had gone, but it was growing again filling her entire core. Consuming her. |
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