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 is

more and

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

A little?

punch her

is far from a little. It

not is no longer the issue here. He can die from a

do? What should

I become more

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

only sit here like an

I hate it.

I hate myself.

faster, the situation would be

does Frances do

idea who I am right now. He doesn't

is helping Hilda make this deal to get solid evidence,

I don't want him to do

now, it

powder on the bill and