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.

a painful internal

grows more

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

A little?

to punch her right

far from a

is no longer the issue here. He can die from

do? What should

Frances, I become more and more

my hands tied, I can't do anything

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

I hate it.

I hate myself.

the situation

does Frances do

has no idea who I am right

to get solid evidence, then it will be

I don't want him

now, it is

pours the powder on the bill