Harry and Tyrone were on the rode. Tyrone was driving.
"You got any weed?" Harry asked
"Yea a little why,"
"Can ah have some,"
"na,"
"Why not,"
"am drivin man,"
"pull over then,"
Marion finished the crak that she got from Arnolds money. She didnt like this she wanted Harry... Harry. Where was he? Marion thought to call her friend angel to ask.
"What do ya mean? wheres he at?"
"I dunno with Tyrone somewhere look I have to go now,"
Marion slamed the phone down. Harry was the only one that coud care for her now and hes gone. hows she gonna get any drugs wen hes gone. She knew how. the thought of it made her want to be sick.
She rememberd the number of th guy that harry gave her theguy that like porn. she didnt want to call him what choice does she have she already had the phone in her hand.
She got the number from the table. Rung the phone.
"Hello," a mans voice anserd. The phone was put down imediatly. Marion didnt want to talk to him she wanted to talk to harry to hear his voice again telling her that he loves her but she cant because she flipped out on him and now hes gone with tye forever.
She rang again.
"Hello,"
"Hi i was wondering about gettin a job,"
"Yea sure just com round and ill see wat i can do heres my address."
"Hey tye,"
"Yea,"
"Watt dya think a this?" Harry grabbed his sleeve and pulled it up revealing a red infection that was spread all the way down his arm. He held his breath in pain as his vains stuk out of his skin.
"Jesus krist man, how long have ya had that crap for,"
"Couple a days,"
"You gotta go see a doctor man,"
"Its fine ma heroine will sort it,"
a needle filled. held in hand. strap tighted around wrist. needle pushed through. horine flowed in blood stream. sigh.
Marion nocked on a dirty door. A tall black man anserd.
"you marion?"
"Yeah," Marion said scared to death. He smiled.
"Come on in,"
Him and the man sat on the couch.
"So, Im big tim well thats wat everyone calls me. But me and Marion eh?" He laughed Marion made a small attempt to smile. She took a sip from the wine that he had poured for her.
"So do ya wanna get started?" A chill ran down marion.
Big tim grabbed her hand and led her to his bedroom. He took her clothes off and she just gave in trying not to cry.
Harry looked across the pier and saw Marion wearing a red dress standing at the end.
"Marion!" He called for her running to the end waiting for her to turn round.
"Marion!" She turned around and smiloed and he was with her and he kissed her on her chapped lips.
Harry woke up in the car with Tyrone.
"You woke up just in time! six miles on the road!"
"Six miles, man thats six miles away from home away from everything we know,"
"Wats up man? you OK," he patted him on his arm.
"AAAHHH!" Harry screamed. He pulled up his sleeve again the infection had grew another few inches and was darker.
"Crap, youve got ta go to the doctors,"
"No its fine," Tyrone ignored him and drove on the way to the hospital.
Marion put her dress back on with big tim watching her.
"Your good, you know am doin shows with girls like you and we could really use you,"
"Im fine I dont think-"
"Look heres my number and the address just come if you change your mind Marion." He blew a kis and smiled leaving her whilst she rushed out of the door and cried on the way home.
Sara goldfarb crept into the living room the phone was ringing she ignored it she grabbed a blbue pill and ate it her mouth now dry and sweat staining her red dress.
She sat down in her chair in front of the television which was black like the room she was in dark from the night.
She ate a purple pill and another hoping to see herself on the television again all young with Tappy Tibbons were she will be soon when she gets the call.
She ate a orange pill.
The television screen flicked on and she saw herself walking on the screen looking beatiful and the red dress looked dazzling with her beatiful red hair. She sat down next to Tappy Tibbons.
"So thats an amazing dress your wearing could you tell me about it,"
"O ive had it for ages for my sons graduation,"
"Whos your son,"
"Harold Goldfarb Hes got his own buissness and is living somewhere else away,"
"O I see could you tell us all about where you live,"
"Oh well theres no need for that you can just come and see,"
"Right you are!" They both disappeared from the screen and appeared behind sara in the closed doorway. Tappy picked up a clay model of a dog and laughed at it.
"Im sorry I like those decorations,"
Sara pointed and laughed at the old television. Tappy laughed at the stained and mouldy ceiling
"Please stop it, its an old apartment please I can explain," sara cried hot teers that mixed with sweat
"Stop it!" tappy and sara turned to sara and pointed at her and started laughing harder than they laughed at anything alse sara felt dragged down she herd something from the television. She turned to see the audience all pointing and laughing at her.
"No! stop it!" she cried.
the film crew took the walls of her apartment down and moved the camera closer to her
"wat are you doing?" sara asked they took the table away and shined a bright light into her eyes. a woman bent over and started brushing makeup on her face
"get away from me!" she pushed the brush away a man behind the camera was speaking to her
"ready mrs goldfarb,"
"redy for wat?"
"3-2-1-" loud and lively music switched on and lights shaped as stars surrounded her tappy and sara started a conga with some other women wearing a shiny leotard each the line got longer and lights were spinning around and around making sara dizzy the audience cheered and the conga line danced around her saras eyes hurt from the bright lights and a pain grew inside her head tappy tibbons laughed and the television screen flicked on and off making repeated noises in saras ears the audience laughed and cheered and tappy and sara were on the kitchen table snogging "feed me sara" said sara "feed me sara! feed me sara! feed me sara!" the crowd chanted repeatedley light shone brighter than ever the camera was shoved into saras face "feed me sara!" the conga kept going and the fridge jumped at sara and let out a mighty roar
"NOOO!" sara screamd and ran out of her apartment door and outside in the streets running to the television company.
Harry and Tyrone waited in the waiting area of the hospital
"harr goldfarb?" a nurse came in
"here" Tyrone said
"com with me" Harry followd into the doctors room.
"Whats the promblem,"
"yea its just my arm its got a scar and ave bin gettin real bad pains from it,"
"let me have a look then,"
harry rolled up his sleeve holding his breath not to scream in pain. the doctor looked at it with horror and disgust. he grabbed his pills and put them in his pocket
"just wait their a moment"
Marion nocked on big tims door again.
"Ah marion nice to see you again come in," she did
"So th performance starts in two hours so get ready" Marion went with him to the club
Sara jumped on to th subway in her red dress she turned to the man sitting oposite her.
"Im going to the television company," she smiled the man just looked at her.
"Im gonna be on television they havent sent me anything back yet but im going to ask them now wen i get there," her face turned sour.
"I just wanted to be on television!" she started crying
"God so many mad people round town" the man said and left.
Wen sara arrived at the television compoany she approached the woman at the reseption desk.
Tyrone was still waiting for harry to be done. a cop stopped in front of him.
"I think you better com with me," tyrone got up and followd him into a police van with harry they drove to the police station.
"What do you mean theres nothing about me! Sara Goldfarb Im going to be on television! there must be something,"
"Im sorry mrs goldfarb there isnt anything about you on our computers,"
"No there is, ill just wait here until you find something its alright youll find somthing.
two security guards entered.
"Is this her,"
"yea,"
"wait what are you doing!"
"Just come with me its alright." they grabbd her arms and led her with them into a van and they drove off to th mental hospital near them.
Marion was at the dressing room in big tim club putting lipstick on. the phone rang.