yes, it was inspired by the riannah song. enjoy:

Take a breath, take it deep. Make sure it counts and count to three. His eyes burned like fire as he watched, his breath coming harder and harder as he saw the needle draw closer and closer to her skin. What had he done? All because of him she was doing this, all because of a suggestion he made one night to help pass time faster and make her not feel the pain she’d been going through. How that night when he lit the spoon like he had tons of times, and watched not the match burn away and send embers flying but watched her eyes fill with subtle fascination as the small crystals melted into a thick Smokey liquid. He’d been a pro, her just a child. But now she was nothing. She’d turned into an addict and he’d stopped in an attempt to help her. But he stood still in the shadow and watched as the needle dripping with the poison she had gotten not hours before merge into her skin. She was looking different since the last time he saw her.

“ Anne” her eyes flicked heavily at hearing him uses a nickname only he was allowed to use. She’d become so much less than she used to be, everything about her had lost its luster. She’d become thin and frail, strong but looking like a teardrop would leave a large bruise on her.

“ goodbye “ her voice came as a plea, he say that the syringe was filled with twice the amount that normal addicts would take. He didn’t dare help as he saw her push in the end fast, her eyes flick shut and the air stop forming puffs around her lips in the cold New York night.

“ Goodbye “