Jason was sick. He’d been living off of vodka and McDonalds for twenty-four hours and he felt miserable. He gazed deep into the brown cloud of vomit that filled his toilet without seeing anything. His body was still caught in the cycle- eat, drink, throw up, pass out, eat, and so on. He was past the point where anything that he put in his mouth was just a waste.

Bleary-eyed, he remembered that he had something that could make him feel better-a lot better. He pushed himself away from the toilet and stumbled into his bedroom. There he found the needle that held happiness. It took him a few tries to find the right vein and his arm was peppered with drops of blood. He couldn’t remember how much he normally used, so he just finished it off.

Kara was the real problem. She couldn’t be trusted. She probably had the money already and was hiding it from him. He was going to go find out where his money was.

With that thought as his guiding light, Jason lurched out of his apartment.

He had to teach her a lesson.