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.

painful internal struggle is going

more and more

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

A little?

to punch her right in the

from a little.

getting addicted or not is no longer the issue here. He can

should I do? What

Frances, I become more and

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

I hate it.

I hate myself.

the situation would

does Frances

who I am right now. He doesn't need

make this deal to get

don't want

it is

powder on the bill and rolls