Jameel’s bedroom, enter Jameel and Auntie Sandra.

Jameel: I know that your intentions are good, however I want to be alone… I’ve got too much guilt on my mind, it ain’t right. I need whoever is up there to know that this isn’t me. I can’t fucking take it anymore!

Mum enters.

Mum: What is wrong babe… Do you need any advice.

Jameel: No mum, discussing it will make it worse, now leave me be, and talk to Auntie, she isn’t feeling too good either. I know you are worried but it’s ok, tomorrow ill be fresher than a mint.

Mum: Goodnight baby, get some rest, you need it

exit Mum and Auntie Sandra.

Jameel: Goodbye, only God knows when we will meet again, it surely won’t be on Earth though. My veins are cold, my heart is frozen. And I don’t care if this stupid drug doesn’t work at all, because i’ve had nothing to lose since that day, the day I took your life. What if the dealer knew Michael, what if they were close, what if the needle is spiked. What if I do it and he survives. I keep hearing screams and gunshots. His voice, his cry. The blood he left behind him.

Drops back on the bed.

My brain is hurting me, all the messages. I must do this.

Injects drug into arm, rolls of the bed and onto the floor.