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

hesitancy, Hilda jabs him with her elbow, "Frances, hurry up. It's just a little. You will be

A little?

her right in

far from a little. It is a

getting addicted or not is no longer the issue

I do?

I become

with my hands tied, I

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

I hate it.

I hate myself.

I've moved faster, the situation

does Frances

right

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

what, I don't want him to do

it

the powder on the bill and