Involuntary Love of a Dysfunctional Soul: No Matter How Hard I Try to Let Go, I Can't
by Quan Hodges
Chauncey could see Apple sitting in a chair wearing nothing but a tank top and before he was able to run to her he hears a gun click behind his ear. ... Show synopsis Chauncey could see Apple sitting in a chair wearing nothing but a tank top and before he was able to run to her he hears a gun click behind his ear. And he thought to himself; it was always the money, the money and the drugs that made the two of them oblivious to their downward spiral in to the world of iniquity. The cocaine laced marijuana masked the fear of the inevitable-but now their past had caught up with their future. Not even the brown liquor could dilute the taste of blood on their tongues. The piercing stare of reality could no longer be distorted by the chemical substance abuse-and they were forced to involuntarily embrace their reflection in a sober state. The mental anguish consumed him like salt water to a drowning victim. He felt himself struggling to scream but no sound came out. Inside he grabbed for a rope that could prevent his fall in to the abyss but his arms waved frantically in vain. There was no saving him this time...no rope, life preserver, just the endless decline as a result of his failure. "Are you ok, Apple?" Chauncey asked as the site of her covered in blood sent a current of electricity from the bottom of his feet to the top of his head.