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Anna was the first to admit she has a problem. Which, she supposes, is a good sign. Because really, if you're shooting heroin every few days and you don't think it's a problem, well... Then again, it is heroin. That's a moot point anyways, because Anna knows she has a problem.
Her mother thinks she should quit. In fact, she calls on a regular basis to babble about 28 day programs, clinics, and how Anna needs help. You won't hear Anna disagreeing with her.
It's just that her mother doesn't know how good it feels. That headlong rush into a slow, sticky-sweet mellow warmth. It's better than anything, than everything Anna has ever tried. Hands down, no contest.
So. Anna laughs, and says 'I'll think about it', and her mother hangs up, placated for the next while. She doesn't hear the constant mantra running through Anna's head - 'icanticantijusticantimsorryicant'
The voice in her head is threadbare and cracked, like her real one sounds at times. Just as quiet.
Anna has a problem, and she's not afraid to say so. It's the doing something about it that scares her because, well. It's impossible.