Sean
Chapter 1
Perhaps, Martha had dreams, she wanted to break out of that hellish circle, to find a better life, but boro digested her like a not-so-good-quality pizza is digested. And that thin, emaciated, burned-out woman from constant doses was unfamiliar to Sean. He simply could not imagine her different. Usually, she would do another dose and just fall on the broken sofa, falling into her dreams. And so on until the next time, until the next dose. When she had nothing to shoot up, she went on the streets, offering her ugly body for a zip of icing. Or just trying to find the money somewhere. But Martha had long run out of her credit limit, so Sean was almost always the target. It all ended and began the same. And looking at the groveling expression on her face, Sean felt disgusted. He had seen enough of junkies, for him it was as familiar as the graffiti on the brick walls stitched with multicolored letters. He passed by without noticing them. But they were not his mother. Even if she was just a biological mother.