Austin has been watching us ever since the dealer left. He looks from his phone to us and then goes back to his phone.
At first, it felt like days. I must've satโwith tape on my mouth and my hands tied togetherโin the center of an enormous empty room for at least a few hours. Then they finally moved me to Thomas, and the sight of him sickened my own freaking stomach.
He has never been this pale. Beads of sweat keep running down his forehead and he doesn't dare to glance at his fatherโ that monster. Other than some bruises on his body, he luckily doesn't seem too hurt. I just imagine how he must feel mentally.
This man traumatized him. He has watched this man hurt his own mother while he was just a little kid. I remember him telling me his father would also hurt him if he came home too late. Once Thomas figured out that if he hid, his dad wouldn't hurt him, the man just started chasing him through the house. Then he got sent to jail for a while. When he came back, he shot Thomas.
Those thoughts mixing with the sight of him, so vulnerable and hurt, made me throw up. But the tape was still on my mouth and it refused to come off no matter how much I squirmed so then the vomit was just like streaming back into my throat. It was so disgusting that it came straight back out again, and then I thought I would die from choking on my own vomit, until Austin finally removed the tape.
Really, really disgusting. I started crying about everything at once and he told me to shut up, and if I didn't, I wouldn't make things any better for his.
Now we're sitting in silence. I think I'll eventually just die. They haven't fed us anything and I most certainly don't want to eat things that come from these perverts, but even if they do, I still feel like I'll just die from going crazy.
Then Austin suddenly starts walking away. The door of the smaller room, which made Thomas separated from me before, closes, and then we look up at each other.
"I'm so sorry," and both of our sentence end in cries and tears and too much emotions to explain.
Unfortunately, the door opens as fast as it closed, and Austin has returned. "Shut up," he barks once again. "Shut up and take this." He reveals four little pills. I don't recognize them. But I've seen so many drugs in my life before that this can't be anything but new.
And the newer, the stronger.
He walks closer to me first. "Open," he commands. I clench my jaw together so hard that I feel my teeth scraping against each other. My lips turn white.
"Open," he says, lifting my chin up and holding it there, so tightly that I make a muffled noise. "I said open your damn mouth, littleโ" names I'd rather not repeat.
When I still don't open my mouth, he presses his fingers against my nose. It blocks oxygen from coming through. I barely got time to prepare for this. In no time, I'm gasping for air with my mouth, and he manages to drop one of the pills in.
I nearly choke as it lands straight in my throat. Then it's in my body. "Good," he says. "Now take this one. Chew."
He puts it in my mouth, then walks over to Thomas. "You're not going to do the same thing, are you?"
My friend shakes his head, eyes big as the pill lands inside his mouth. He chews for a bit, then swallows.
"Show me it's gone," Austin says.
Slowly, Thomas opens his mouth. At first, I believe he actually did swallow it, but Austin and I both catch the pill below his tongue.
The man grunts. "Swallow. It."
Thomas spits the pill out.
Brave, but stupid.
In a flash of anger, Austin hits him across the face, then reaches for a new pill in his pocket. "Take them. Chew. Swallow. I'm not telling you again."
Thomas starts taking the pills with little groans mixed between his chews, all the way until they've disappeared into his stomach. Then Austin checks if my pills have been swallowed.
And I can barely open my mouth myself. This is working fast and uncontrollably. There's drugs that make you feel good and drugs that make you feel bad. I can sense that this is one that makes you feel really good at first, and then a thousand times as bad.
The galaxy is returning, though. Coming closer to me again. Floating around me, like the glitters. Austin is full of them and I laugh at the sight, throwing my head back from both that and to have a look at the stars.
The pink and yellow and purple and black and orange and bbblue anjd otange snd mre pobk Andโ
Introduction: My name is Dan Stracke, I am a homely, gleaming, glamorous, inquisitive, homely, gorgeous, light person who loves writing and wants to share my knowledge and understanding with you.
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