The heroin addict, surrounded by junkie paraphernalia, sits on the dirty sofa and injects herself with heroin. She takes a hit from the needle and feels euphoric as she injects herself with heroin. She looks around at her dirty

The heroin addict sat on the dirty sofa, surrounded by junkie paraphernalia. Her skin was pale and her ribs were visible through her tattered clothes. She had a bottle of whiskey in one hand and a needle in the other. Her hair was greasy and tangled, and her clothes were dirty and disheveled.She took a hit from the needle, feeling the rush of euphoria as she injected herself with heroin. She felt alive again, like she could conquer anything. But as she looked around at her dirty surroundings, she knew that this was not the life she wanted to live.The heroin addict stood up and stumbled towards the bathroom, where she took another hit from the needle. She washed her face and brushed her teeth, trying to make herself presentable for whoever might come knocking on her door.As she walked back into the living room, she saw a picture of herself on the wall. It was taken when she was younger, before everything went wrong