The Shell II - PART 3

"Hello, Sandie."

Doctor Brown sat on a stool close to the bunk.

"What happened?" she whispered.

"You had withdrawal symptoms and was headed for my office to get the little syringe. But the bike skidded and you fell off. Remember?"

Sandie didn't answer.

"You'll get your syringe.... You'll be light as a feather...."

As the clock stroke six, Sandie directed her steps towards home. She suddenly caught sight of a little object on the curb. Distinct lines stood out, it resembled a shell.... She rubbed her eyes and pinched her arm. It was a nightmare. A real nightmare! Sandie noticed a red house near by. Someone ought to be at home, someone had to be at home.

Her clenched fists fiercely hammered on the brown door. It was opened by a dark-haired boy who peered at her.

"Help", Sandie whispered.

The boy run his eyes over her pale face.

"Are you peddling drugs?" he asked. "Your brother is furious, isn't he? Don't worry. Can I have a look at your plastic bag?"

Sandie nodded.

"Wow, you've got quite a lot. Let's have a talk about it in my humble habitation. By the way, my name is Jordan."

"Sandie. Sandie Knives."

The wall of the hall was decorated with old clippings.

"Memories", Jordan explained. "I'm an animal rights activist."

He pointed at the jam on his T-shirt.

"My bad habit. I'm also terribly stingy."

Sandie smiled up her sleeve. The brightly coloured curtains made her happy. Jordan held one of the syringes between his thumb and forefinger.

"You've just started, haven't you?"

"Yes", Sandie admitted.

"I thought as much! You have 7 bags with lots of LSD, hash and heroin."

"I don't use drugs voluntarily."

"Why?"

"They're my medicines. I've been through an accident."

Jordan gaped at her.

"You have a weird doctor, that's for sure."