Ok last chapter for now, because this is the last of what I have written so far.. please review
"That will be six dollars." Mark stared blankly at the pimply teen behind the gas station check out counter.
"Uh, mister, I said six dollars." Mark jerked back and looked at the counter where a beer and sandwich sat.
"Oh, yeah." He shoved a hand into his pocket and pulled out a crumble of wrinkled dollars. He placed the wad of cash on the glass counter and looked up at the teen a little helplessly. The young man took the money, realizing that he was waiting on a person that ' wasn't all there'.
"ok, thank you sir. Have a nice evening." Mark didn't say anything, but grabbed his food. He left the gas station quickly and gave anyone who looked at him a death glare. Outside, the sky was gray with the oncoming dusk. Mark hunched his shoulders and held his head down as he headed across the street.
He didn't know where he was going. It didn't matter. All he had to do was wait until morning to go buy more drugs. The guy he bought from was never home at night. So he continued down through an alley.
In his blind walking he tripped on an old boot which launched him off the ground. He flew through the air, arms spread wide. His food forgotten on the wind and his shoelaces floating in the moment. He watched the ground apprehensively as he neared it. The everything went black as his cheek slid roughly across the pavement.
Mark lay, at seven in the evening, in the middle of an alley, with no one knowing where he was.
Ok that's it for awhile, please leave nice reviews, and advice if you feel like it:)
"That will be six dollars." Mark stared blankly at the pimply teen behind the gas station check out counter.
"Uh, mister, I said six dollars." Mark jerked back and looked at the counter where a beer and sandwich sat.
"Oh, yeah." He shoved a hand into his pocket and pulled out a crumble of wrinkled dollars. He placed the wad of cash on the glass counter and looked up at the teen a little helplessly. The young man took the money, realizing that he was waiting on a person that ' wasn't all there'.
"ok, thank you sir. Have a nice evening." Mark didn't say anything, but grabbed his food. He left the gas station quickly and gave anyone who looked at him a death glare. Outside, the sky was gray with the oncoming dusk. Mark hunched his shoulders and held his head down as he headed across the street.
He didn't know where he was going. It didn't matter. All he had to do was wait until morning to go buy more drugs. The guy he bought from was never home at night. So he continued down through an alley.
In his blind walking he tripped on an old boot which launched him off the ground. He flew through the air, arms spread wide. His food forgotten on the wind and his shoelaces floating in the moment. He watched the ground apprehensively as he neared it. The everything went black as his cheek slid roughly across the pavement.
Mark lay, at seven in the evening, in the middle of an alley, with no one knowing where he was.
Ok that's it for awhile, please leave nice reviews, and advice if you feel like it:)