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"What's the difference, she mumbled. As she moved her front foot forward it caught on the end of the night stand and brought a huge vase crashing to the ground. Spilling dozens of cut flowers some whithered some fresh against a moving background of scattered pottery glass.
Jasmine looked up from underneath the hand quilted comforter.
"I'm just a little high is all" she slurred. I didn't mean it and you know that I love you." The needle marks were well hidden and the sores that never healed where concealed beneath her stockings. The center of her foot ached and so did the base of her spine. Both sites for her injections of Herion!
Jasmine continued to look through the fabric of the comforter. In between the stiching she could make out the figure stumbling across the floor. Finally she could make out a pair of hands going through her dresser draw. Searching. She stopped moving.
"I need a few bucks, I'm good for it aren't I? I mean we are family. I wanted to talk to you, but I got a little bit drunk this morning and you know that I take Herion."
Don't be so judgemental and I'll find a way to give back everything that I've taken from you."
Jasmine I never told you how you got here. I never explained anything about the family to you. I alway's thought that you were slow, retarded actually. Maybe your a late bloomer I thought but when you didn't show any signs of intelligence like the rest of the family, I just kinda gave up.
There are so many things that we have to talk about. You can't spend your whole life in bed!
We should go places together Jazz, just you and me and the rest of the family. It's nice to belong to a family isn't it? You do want to be in the family don't you?
The woman's voice deepened and for once took on an ominous tone.
Lately Jasmine could not tell when she would enter her room or when she would leave. Sometimes things would be missing and she was always asking for cash.
The nice thing about being wealthy Jazz baby is not having to worry about where it comes from. You'd want to get ahold of my wallet wouldn't you? I know everything about you this way. I can keep an eye on you. How come you haven't sent me any E-mails?

I know you hate when I smoke!" With that the woman lit up a cigarette and pulled on it until both of the sides of her cheeks were sunken in.
The smoke filled the room quickly and the acrid smell made Jasmines eye's wince and then tear. She breathed through her hands taking some of the bedding with it and using the material like a filter.
The noxious smoke filled her lungs breifly and caused some pain in the middle of her chest.
"Don't I know it! Smoking is a bad habit. She continued to rifle through Jasmines things. Again she knocked over things this time a small bottle of Isopropyl Alcohol.
"What do we have hear? she exclaimed. I remember something about the fact that you can strain this stuff through french bread. What in the world do you have rubbing alcohol laying around for? The bottle spilled and the woman picked up the empty bottle. The lit cigarette fell from her hand un noticied by her and rolled into the darkened draw.
The woman walked a little further and then lit another cigarette. Her hands were stained with nicotien and she smelled of stale smoke.
"Jazz you don't talk much do you? That's not what I need right now. I got one hell of a drug habit going right now and I need somebody to talk to me. Your family why won't you do it?
Just leave! You know I hate smoke I can't breath with you and your nasty cigarettes. You take up all the air!
Quietly the cigarette smoldered in the darkened draw. Finally it caught flame and smoke rose up from the drawer.
"Fire!"
Jasmine leapt from the bed and opened up the drawer. All her dreams dashed to the ground as she frantically tried to put out the documents and credentials that layed in the drawer.
The woman raised her hand and hit Jasmine across the back of the head knocking her out. Her body slumped across the floor.
"I'm sorry Jazz, we're family, I'm just a little high that's all. Wake up!

"I always thought you were slow, retarded actually."

There's an old expression that Blood is thicker than water." Sometimes being related to another person can leave you feeling used. As in the case of Jasmine. Poor Jasmine.She's from a wealthy family, so what's the problem?
Money can't buy happiness, nor can it guarentee freedom from demons like drugs and alcohol. Only when we are free from these kinds of chains can we look at ourselves and realize what we have become. Drugs and Alcohol create an environment of fear, hostility, violence, and bi-polar behavior. Weird!