I’m scared
It’s dark I don’t feel safe
He left but he’ll be back
When?
I don’t know
In what condition?
Even worse
I don’t know
I’m scared
Will he be high?
Strung out?
Dead drunk?
Will he be alone?
Will his asshole friend be with him?
I don’t trust him
He’s not safe
Door’s locked but that won’t stop him
I’m scared
In my room
Curled up on the bed
Blankets pulled tight
Was that the front door?
Shit
My eyes tightly closed
Footsteps down the hall
I’m scared
tara caribou | ©2020
Meth can kiss your ass and you can kick his.
But really though, this was kinda intense. Leaves the reader wanting to know how the remainder of the scene played out
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Thanks. That was exactly the reaction I wanted.
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Having been very close to a meth addict, I can relate to this write…excellent.
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I’m sorry for that. I hate that shit.
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There was always the asshole friend/fiend.
Strong material, Tara
xo
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Thanks Nick. Yeah it sure seems that way, right?
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a fiend in need is a fiend in deed
(er, or something! I might work on this one! Or not!)
xo
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lol – you should
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…I need to!
🙂
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Very powerfully and skillfully evoked
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Thank you
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You’re welcome
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Makes a person’s skin crawl… very well done.
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Very much so!
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Quite scary actually Tara. Could be any kind of addiction really – the fear lies in the realism contained in this.
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I agree, it could be any addiction. Anything that radically alters a person to where they aren’t reliable as their normal (or base) self. It’s scary stuff.
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MacMeth
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