Post by lucasross on Dec 22, 2009 17:07:14 GMT -5
Lucas woke up with a startle and cold sweat covering his face. He saw the same brutal dream again as a reminder from his act and why he was now lying in the dull prison bed instead of his own. He was close to being sick to his mouth because of this but also because of the lack of comforting alcohol to make him relaxed. His symptons had gotten worse and he still refused to join the program that could help him. He was too stubborn for these kind of programs, he had the faint hope of one day tasting alcohol again. No matter how over optimistic this sounded like to everyone else.
He dragged his slightly shaky form up from the hard bed and sat for a while, covering his sweaty, tired face into his palms. He had zero motivation to confront any of the inmates for another "chat" that would end up violently. His ribs were still sore from the previous confrontation with the smug gang of inmates. Which is why he decided to lay low for as long as possible.
He dragged his slightly shaky form up from the hard bed and sat for a while, covering his sweaty, tired face into his palms. He had zero motivation to confront any of the inmates for another "chat" that would end up violently. His ribs were still sore from the previous confrontation with the smug gang of inmates. Which is why he decided to lay low for as long as possible.