Abelaine stared at me hard in the flickering candlelight, her eyes unforgiving. We'd come this far, she'd said, why stop now?
The day had been a long one. Shoplifting, vandalism - the things that rebels do. Abelaine says she's my friend, but lately I'm starting to doubt the validity of her friendship. Heroin is a step up from alco-pops.
She'd already taken the syringe and injected herself in the arm. Fresh from doing so, she presented me with the poison chalice.
Abelaine, I hardly know you, but you're telling me we're friends.
What the hell, I want to impress her.