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

more

elbow, "Frances, hurry up. It's just a

A little?

to punch her right in the

far from a little. It is

is no longer the issue here. He can die from

I do?

at Frances, I become more and

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

efforts will be wasted. So I can only sit here

I hate it.

I hate myself.

I've moved faster, the situation

does Frances do

am right now. He

deal to get

I don't want him

now, it

on the bill and rolls