<div class="floatleft">(http://img004.lazygirls.info/people/louise_cliffe/louise_cliffe_louise_cliffe_10_pTYYfVZ.sized.jpg)</div><strong>Name</strong>: Elena Josephine  Evens<br/><strong>Time</strong>:About eight months ago<br/><strong>Tagged</strong>: Jack<br/>Wearing (http://www.polyvore.com/cgi/set?id=64839816)<br/><br/>Elena sat there listening to him, her body was shaking and she couldn't half make sense of what he was saying. He was telling her to stay, telling her that he would take control, take care of her. She just kept nodding to everything he said. Looking to everything he pointed out and trying to keep track of it all. But it was all coming so fast and she was just so very tried.<strong>"Ok...whatever you say."</strong>she said and swallowed the lump in her throat.<br/><br/>Watching when he went to lock the door she felt her body tense. This was it, no running, no hiding she was going to have to face the truth. She was in fact an addict, and this was going to suck on so many levels.<strong>"Ok, nasty medicine normally worked better right. We could try that whole spoonful sugar thing." </strong>she said trying to laugh. She would walk over to him and ask what he was doing. But at this moment Elena didn't think her legs would support her.<br/><br/>She shifted on the couch and rubbed her arms a bit trying to beat back the cold.<strong> "I guess I should give you this." </strong>she said and pulled out the pipe that was in her hand. She reached into her other pocket and pulled a bent spoon and other random things out of her pocket. If he knew anything about drugs it was clear she didn't just smoke her chosen poison.<strong>"There's more at my place...there's always more. We shouldn't go to my place. It...it's just not a good idea."</strong>Elena said and pulled her body up and curled up on the couch.<strong>"Not a good idea at all."  </strong><br/><br/><br/><br/>