  emma listened as her mother continued with her ramblings. the next door neighbour was pruning his fruit trees and letting the leaves fall on her side of the fence. the neighbour over the back kept letting her cat shit in her yard, and could she imagine what it was like to wake in the morning and step into shit?? yes she could emma placed the receiver on the floor as her mum started to tell her about her fathers sister, 'you know the one' . she pulled up the entire contents of what shane had given her into her syringe, supposed to last her at least three days.
glancing around the room she saw what her life had become. shit. she wasn't strong enough to take the help offered, not strong enough to ask for more, only more to keep her heading down the wrong path. the path of destruction, she'd heard it called before. she pushed down on the needle. i wouldn't call it destructive, I'd call it finality 
