My hand slowly moved from where it was and touched Mark's red cheek. It was warm. 'Your hand's so cold. Are you alright?' He looked down, seemed embarassed. Once I read in an interview that Mark was very shy but he was the one who shot right into me. Now I wished I hadn't done it but half of me thanked me for doing it.

It was all so sudden, my body was starting to aching. I collapsed back to my bed, trying to beat the pain. I knew what caused it because my dealer told me it would happen sooner or later. It felt exactly as he described it to me. I tried my best to held it inside me but I couldn't. I screamed so loud.

'Emily, what's wrong? Please tell me what's wrong? Em? What's hurting you?' I thought, probably Mark didn't know what was wrong with me. The thought of Mark finding out auntie's number strucked me again but the pain was too hard I started screaming again. 'Wait here Em. I'm calling a doctor over okay? Don't you dare to move.'

I couldn't even move, why would I? But then I thought, this could be my only chance to get away. No one cared about me so why should he? All I wanted and needed was more drugs. Easy.

As soon as Mark got out of the room, I jumped out of my bed and tried to open the window. Ah, it worked! I quickly jumped out of the window and, still with my white hospital dress, I ran. I knew I had no money with me but I was hoping that my dealer would be a bit nicer today and lend me just some more drugs then I'd pay him back.

I thought I heard a voice calling me when I slipped. I wasn't very lucky that day because I was practically running in the middle of the road, freezing, and I saw something coming my way. Something fast. Really fast.