busted: your character will catch mine doing                                 something they shouldn’t.

    parties. almost every guy in their twenties loved to go clubbing and have some fun without having to worry about the world and its’ issues. of course, hason was one of them as well. however, it wasn’t just an ordinary night out this time. for once, the rather shy male met up with some kids a little younger than him who were totally cool to hang out with. they ordered shots, drank fancy drinks and played games a normal human being only plays when being under something stronger than water. danced, listened to good music and somehow he ended up going to the after party one of the guys had set up for that group of theirs. 

time flew by faster than any of them even realized. drinks kept getting down their throats as the night went on and slowly welcomed the upcoming sunrise. most of the people blacked out all over the small studio apartment that was covered in good, empty bottles and clothes. what was a good night with friends without at least one of them getting naked, right? but hason wasn’t the one to sleep. maybe that’s why his hangovers were always the worst - he stayed up till the next day and went on for as long as his energy lasted. 

                                             “what are you doing?”

bored. that’s what the male was while waiting for someone to wake up and keep him company. little did he know that he wasn’t the only one awake anymore && going through other people’s stuff clearly wasn’t a wise thing to do. yet still, that’s what he did to cure that boredom of his, the toxic still lingering in his body.

             murder: i’ll write my character killing yours.

                           “listen.., you really should not be here right now.”

that was what he said with his hands trying to gather up all the pills that were spread out on the wooden floor of his apartment. drugs. illegal drugs that could send a person into prison without a doubt. hason knew the risks of his job, but like his father taught him 

                                             never let a living soul get in the way. 

but it was too late. there she was with a phone in her hand, her mouth wide open as the reality kicked in. hundreds of boxes filled with the most unusual drugs out there - the ones his father’s company sold behind the public’s back each and every day. the amount of money they got out of it was unbelievable and even though he wasn’t working for that reason, he knew he would have to protect all the hard work his family had put into the business. she could not call the police, it would be the end of them both.

“i know you don’t like me, you never did and i owe you an apology–”, the male started speaking again after a painfully long silence, letting the pills fall out of his hands back to the box where they belonged to. he was trying to act calm, move slowly and not make her do anything stupid. it was a simple phone call away, the disaster. he needed to make her stop. no matter what happened, the police could not find out. “–and you think getting your revenge on me this way will send me into the hell on earth && i would suffer forever. but this, everything you see right now, is not just about me”, he spoke out softly, his face displaying a blank expression. the dark colored eyes of his were looking around, trying to spot something he could grab onto and use - when the timing was right. 

                                       'Loneliness can sometimes make people sad.'

                         'Are you sad?' 

                                      'Of course not, Ruben. I have you.'