Hii, so I was trying to go for creepy in this chapter, but I don't think it worked. Thank you for reading! And sorry the chapters are so short, I'll work on that.
Mac sat on his dirt covered couch and looked around at all the moldy pizza boxes, cockroaches crawling in the sink, and piles of dirty laundry that he was likely never going to do. As he was looking his eyes landed on the wall that was littered with drawings he had done on some of his meth trips. He treasured these drawings because he understood them, and he hardly understood anything about anything; he understood the rage, the pain behind these drawings, he understood the hopelessness. It's like a demon inside of you, massaging you just beneath your skin, trying to seduce you into giving it what it wants. It wants you to let it out; it wants you to hurt everyone you see.
Meth was one hell of a drug and Mac's palm itched just thinking about it. He had replaced his meth addiction with a weed addiction. Weed was easier on his mental stability than meth was. Meth fucked him up like nothing else had, it was difficult to quit, and hard to stay away from. He needed pot and he needed it before his 'date' with Melissa.
He looked back at his wall and noticed a big spider crawling up one of his drawings. Jumping off the couch, he walked over and grabbed it.
"The itsy bitsy spider climbed up the water spout…" He held the large spider by its legs as he mockingly sang.
"Down came the rain and washed the spider out…" He stared at the spider, frantically trying to get out of his grasp. He smiled threateningly at its failed attempts.
"Up came the sun and dried out all the rain…" He dug around in his pocket for his lighter, took it out, and flicked it on. His smile fell from his face and his expression turned monstrous.
"and the itsy bitsy spider…"He raised the flame towards the spider and set it ablaze.
"climbed up the spout again." The spider twitched and twisted in pain as Mac watched on. The flame burned his fingertips, but he didn't let go until the spider ceased its movements entirely.
Once he threw it down and crushed it under his boot, he headed out of his door to look for his fix.