We went into Blaze's room. She was lying there asleep and looked as innocent as a baby lamb. I couldn't even imagine what she'd been through the past couple of months; getting addicted to heroin and then having to find a way to feed the habit. I just hoped we could get her clean and she'd stay that way. She had too much life ahead of her to waste it slowly descending to Hell one syringe at a time.
Her eyes popped open and she saw her father.
"Daddy?" she asked in a sleepy voice.
He went to her side...
Neville Hunt almost 8 years ago
Like the one syringe at a time metaphor, Christopher.
Christopher almost 8 years ago
Thank you, Neville.