• Would you know a drug if it walked in your front door?
    Would you trust it if it stood once again at your door,
    with a crooked smile trying to tell you to trust him.
    Would you trust him if you already fell for his tricks?
    Or did you not trust him already?
    Did your peers fall for his tricks?
    Was it their trust for him that hurt you?

    A quiet night,something told me he'd come.Something told me something wasn't right.So I waited at the door for him.Waited for the treacherous face to walk in.For the door to smoothly open and him to run away shocked that I was awake.Thought no it was diffrent.It wasn't excepted.The door just shook for a minute.The lock clanked against itself.A dosed of me found it hard to stay asleep,but I found comfort on the couch.

    Strange as it was I dreamt of waking.Of everything being normal.
    No misfortune brought itself upon my family.The crushed snow
    never existed,but my mind forced reality to shine through as I woke.
    There was a crash,and I woke to discover him on the ground.
    I reached first for the door.To block his exit,and then for the lock.

    He stumbled up after a minute.His legs stood shakily and his eyes stare lazily.
    He was scared he was petrified with fear,but all I could see at the moment was his shell that his mind forced him in.I hated it,even though it was all I ever seen;all I could have a chance to love.He attempted to stand up straight,as a crooked smile formed on his face,"Hey boy,you should go to sleep....it's the middle of the night." Not even inching from my spot.I forced my gaze to his pockets and hands.It was no surprise I found a purse there in his hand,
    "I said to move,your in my way." He said with a little less tipsyness in is voice,but a more stern tone,"Make me."

    He pleaded for a little longer,and suddenly his eyes went crazy.
    Maybe reality had hit him.No,it was fear in his eyes.Maybe it could have been for another reason other than to fuel his own death.It could have been to raise his daughter,but all I could see was want in his eyes at the time.
    I still stood not wavering as his desperate please became fits of anger and violence.Suddenly his fear,anxiety,hate,and want surpassed his self.

    I was forced onto the floor,fist after fist pounded away at my skin.
    Shifting bones,bruising skin,forming cuts,dripping blood,and bringing pain to both of us.Once the last blow was struck it was over.He still had the same wild look in his eyes,and he stood up and headed for the door,"You've gone low before,but...I never knew you'd end up this low." He turned to look back,the lazy look almot back in his eyes when the crime struck him.Fear overcame him,his eyes had a wild look I to them,but it was diffrent from the first.It was full of anger and sorrow.Looking at his fists He buried them in his face and ran away from his crime.Leaving the purse.

    Soon I found it hard to stay awake on the hard floor.It would hurt if I slept on it,but slowly the pain was going away.I found myself sleeping on a cloud.So numb I couldn't move or feel my body.I dreamt I was in a world where the crushed snow never existed,and my family photo was complete.With no regrets.