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Chase slid the crisp hundred dollar bill into his pocket and drove off, checking his rear view mirror with every turn. Flashing lights weren’t his favorite sight and even in the day time his skin crawled with anxiety just thinking about them. Dealing wasn’t his ideal job, but he was damn sure good at it. He could blame his less than admirable profession on his deadbeat parents, but he knew that’s be a lie. It was the machine that made him do it. The day he turned 16 and the card slid out was the day he upgraded from petty dime bags to the big leagues. Most kids spiral into a deep depression when they find out how they are going to die, but not Chase. As soon as he knew the streets weren’t going to kill him, his mind set changed entirely. No more house parties and fucking behind the school, he dedicated his life, or whatever he had left of it, to dealing drugs and making money. To Chase, the streets were his kingdom, full of life, possibility, and dirty creatures to whom he could capture. His most recent victim, and girlfriend, was a young high school girl named Cecy. She was about 5 foot 4 with perfect grades and a body to match. Usually girls like her would end up with a guy that had a lot more going for him than Chase, but she found something comforting about him. His presence when the stresses of high school became too overwhelming for her made her feel safe and secure. It was Cecy’s 17th birthday yesterday and Chase knew he fucked up by leaving early to pick up his most recent batch of methamphetamines. He decided surprising her at school with her late birthday present would make up for his absence the day before. As he pulled up to the school he passed the security guard and pulled out his ID and a twenty sack. Handing bot... ... middle of paper ... ...d the door. “Wait!” screamed Chase. “At least take your present, you don’t have to open it right now but I at least want you to have it.” Chase handed her the present and watched her mom’s car disappear slowly after. He was left with no girl, no friends, and an empty stomach. Remembering Cecy had made him a sandwich he retreated to the kitchen and took the biggest bite he possibly could. As he chewed, he could sense something wasn’t right. He felt something sharp and foreign in his mouth and started choking. The sandwich dropped to the floor and he started gasping for breath. There was no one around to help and he started to panic. He couldn't breathe and there was nothing he could do. He laid still on the floor next to the sandwich and all he could see was little hairy legs crawling out of the sides of the bread before his lungs gave in and his eyes slowly shut.

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