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‘Come on’
Cold sweat clings onto my clammy skin, my muscles are aching
from the labour, my hands uncontrollably twitching, frantically
diving into a black bag searching. I tilt my head backwards, the pill
tumbling down my oesophagus. The sweet, sweet loot.
I grab the black bag containing the corpse throwing it into the
trunk.
‘Can’t believe we only made 17 grand, there should be 18, did you
take one of ‘em?’
He presses his forearm into my neck holding me on the wall. My
head pulsates trying to think of an explanation.
‘It was juss one, I was having withdraal symtoms’ I splutter, slurring.
‘Tch’ he spits. ‘You screwed up Marty...’
‘No! Please don’t leave me!’
‘Please don’t leave you? You are leaving me.’
I do not want to be his dog, but I need his goods.
‘No! Please Karson, I need my monthly fix!’
‘Marty’ he pauses ‘how about this? I have an offer for you.’
‘Yes! Anything please—’
‘You get your doses if you keep quiet and dare someone to take my
bag’
‘Whoa man! How are you? You left without even telling us, we
missed you, buddy’ Edward teased, gently squeezing my shoulder. I
smiled. Sorry guys.
‘I kinda miss Tony’s game,’ the die sit waiting in my trembling palm.
Jonathan tosses the die. Six and six. Oh no, not Jonathan, he’s too
innocent, too gentle, it would be cruel to use him.
It’s sick either way, screw it.
He shrugs.
Sorry Jonathan.
‘You know Karson’s black bag? The one that’s always in his locker,
it’s stinking up the locker room, probably his old sports gear or
something. I dare you, take his bag.’
‘Cool, I’ll try getting it after school’
‘You should take it now..’
‘Don’t worry bro, you can trust me’
Sorry Jonathan.
I brush the crumbs off my seat. Thank you Karson, he was a
delicious one.
‘
I Dare You,
Take His Bag
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