In My Desperate Time

I'm scared.

I'm so scared of the drug, but I'm more scared that Frances will get addicted to it.

If one of us must take it, then I'll be the one.

I take a deep breath and reach out to the bag of powder.

My entire body trembles involuntarily. I have foreseen how disgusting and desperate I will be.

But before my hand can touch it, Frances has clutched it. He smiles faintly and says, "Such a good opportunity, wouldn't it be a pity if I give it away?"

As he speaks, he opens it calmly.

"No! You can't do it!"

I shout inwardly over and over again, but no one can hear it.

"Good. I appreciate your bravery. It looks like Hilda has found a good husband."

Mike smiles and hands Frances a dollar bill.

Taking it over, Frances pours the powder onto it, and glowers at it.

like a painful internal struggle is

grows more

her elbow, "Frances, hurry up.

A little?

to punch her

from a

or not is no longer the

I do? What

at Frances, I become more and more

with my hands tied,

all the efforts will be wasted. So I can only sit here like an outsider even though my heart tells

I hate it.

I hate myself.

the situation would be totally

why does Frances

who I am right now. He doesn't need to help

if he is helping Hilda make this deal to get solid evidence, then it will

matter what, I don't want him to do

now, it

pours the powder on the