Free Fall
“I c-can’t see, Jeph, I can’t see!” She’s shrieking again, her fingers moving around, grasping for something on the carpet, shrill cries echoing in my ears as she repeats my name over and over again. Her fingers clasp around the edge of the night table; it tilts, and the white powder tumbles down to the carpet, clashing brightly against the blackness.
“Fuck,” she whimpers, threading her fingers through the worn carpet, trying desperately to scoop up the little grains, one by one. My stomach twists into knots again.
“You’re pathetic,” I growl, taking two steps towards her. She’s gasping for air, still trying to pick the drug up, but failing. “Stop – stop!” I slap her hand away, and pick the razorblade up before she reaches it. Her whimpers fade quietly.
“It isn’t my fault,” she repeats for the millionth time.
“It’s never your fault,” I say.
Jepha Howard/Gerard Way.
It's the first story in a long time that I'm actually semi-impressed with, so feedback would be great.
“Fuck,” she whimpers, threading her fingers through the worn carpet, trying desperately to scoop up the little grains, one by one. My stomach twists into knots again.
“You’re pathetic,” I growl, taking two steps towards her. She’s gasping for air, still trying to pick the drug up, but failing. “Stop – stop!” I slap her hand away, and pick the razorblade up before she reaches it. Her whimpers fade quietly.
“It isn’t my fault,” she repeats for the millionth time.
“It’s never your fault,” I say.
Jepha Howard/Gerard Way.
It's the first story in a long time that I'm actually semi-impressed with, so feedback would be great.