{ junkie-jesse }
she knew better, she knew better, she knew better. the words echoed in her mind as she looked at the gun in her hand, her eyes wide as she set it on the table. she never meant to shoot him. he owed her money, and he wasn't paying for her. he wasn't paying a single dime. they got into it, and she shot him. it was an act of defense, but she still felt the guilt. she didn't know what to do, what to say, so she called the only person who she knew that could help her.
"hey----" her voice cracked, she swallowed hard to try and get it back. "i need your help. anyway you can come over?"








