OPTIONAL TASK 108: DRABBLE
Trauma caused people to do a number of things. Some sought professional help, others self-medicated. Bowie Zeppelin was a combination of the two… more so leaning towards the latter. She had turned to alcohol at a young age. Being gang raped, and then losing her parents, and sister really took a lot out of her. She didn’t want to feel a damn thing so drinking until she passed out helped block it all out. Of course there are other ways to clear the brain, to let the bad memories pass as a song on the radio one dislikes. To wait until there is enough space for the good stuff to grow like flowers blossoming in a flourishing garden. Bowie sometimes wished she had taken that route, steadying herself before the booze poisoned everything. She never had a sober day if she could help it. She did everything with alcohol in her system. Driving, working, socialising… everything! But since she had been drinking so long her body was kind of used to it now, so she was still able to function. Sometimes she didn’t even get drunk at all.
Maybe this was why she had recently turned to drugs to take the edge off. Nothing hard core, just some weed from time to time, but of course whenever someone started on drugs it always started off small before getting out of control. It was just another secret Bowie had to keep, luckily for her she was good at keeping secrets.
As she sat on the couch she saw her rose gold tin staring back at her from the table. In a way taunting her, letting her know she wasn’t strong. She was weak and needed the contents of the tin to carry on. Bowie grabbed the tin and opened it up and was greeted by nothing “f*ck” she exclaimed to an empty room. She grabbed her phone and texted Vincent Santero ‘are you at the shop today? I need a 4 tyre change’ she typed before hitting send. A 4 tyre change was their code for drugs, so if a text was ever read it would just look like a normal business inquiry. She soon received a text back ‘at the shop till 7, got what you need. Get the job done today’ the text read. A smile fell across Bowie’s lips. ‘Be their soon, thanks’ she typed back.
She grabbed her bag and got into her car and drove to his auto shop. She saw him in his office and knocked before entering. “I take it you wanted the usual?” Vincent asked calmly, so nonchalant that it almost seemed normal. Bowie nodded her head and slid some money across the desk. “You know something stronger will take the edge off a lot better” Vincent said as he tried to push the harder stuff onto her. Bowie shook her head “no thank you, weed is fine. Weed is all I need. Can I just get it and then I can go?” she asked. Vincent started to chuckle, a sinister chuckle that every movie villain laughed. “They always say they don’t need more but it happens eventually” he said. He opened up his top drawer and took out a small bag. He then stood up and walked over to her, waving the bag in front of her. “When you put on your big girl pants I’ll be here. I can get you whatever you need. I know the weed won’t last long and you’ll soon be back here begging me for something more” he smirked. Bowie grabbed the bag from him and quickly exited the shop and returned home. She ground the weed before rolling a cigarette. She lit it up and took a long drag and sank back into the sofa, allowing the drugs to take effect.
"Vincent had what she needed"