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.

internal struggle

grows more

with her elbow, "Frances, hurry up. It's just a little. You

A little?

want to punch her

from a little. It is

the issue here. He can die from a drug

should I do?

Frances, I become

don't want this. But with my hands tied, I can't do

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

I hate it.

I hate myself.

I've moved faster, the situation would

does

has no idea who I am right now. He doesn't

to get solid evidence, then it will

don't want him to

now, it is

the powder on the bill and rolls it