“See?  All that fighting… it wasn’t as bad as you thought, was it?”

“No.”

“What’d I tell you?”

“You were right.  Hey, you want some of this shit?”

“No, man.  I did enough.”

“C’mon… just another hit.”

“I can barely keep my head up… I think I did too much already…” Garbled words, slow, slurred speech.

Smirk.

Needle, foot, vein, push, stay still will you this’ll only take a second it’ll all be over soon, liquid junk pulses like blood through the heart beats too fast can’t slow down skips a beat and another gasp for air feels like drowning drowning in junk can’t see can’t breathe heart can’t beat

check the expiration date I’m afraid it’s all gone bad.

Empty eyes seem to ask, “Why”.  All he can do is shrug.

“I don’t like you.”

 

* * *

 

SMASH.

Squelch.

Slide in, slide out.

 

‘I wonder if it’s supposed to make that sound…’

 

* * *

 

Seeing stars holy shit that hurt I think he just broke my fucking nose I wonder how much of that blood is mine?

 

* * *

 

Oh, hello.  I just thought you should know things are definitely getting better.  This?  Oh don’t you worry about any of this… it doesn’t hurt as much as you’re thinking.  Now don’t be concerned about me I’m just fine. 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

©Danielle Lovallo, 2005