Asleep, chapter 38

How stupid had he been?

He had known this wouldn't work out fine.
No matter what.
It was something impossible.

And now here he was,
stuck in this mess he had created himself,
not able to get out again properly.

Mike seemed so angry.

He just put out his notepad and began to scribble down something energetically.
The pen slid so hard across the paper Billie thought it would shred the paper.

He flinched and cowered down deeper in his seat.

"You know, that things don't help, Billie. They only ruin you."

Mike said,
his voice full of suppressed anger.

"I know."

Billie mumbled.

He flung his arms tighter around him,
as if to protect himself from the message in Mike's voice.

He knew it all.

Pills were bad.
They only made things worse most of the time.
They destroyed people.
They made them sick.

And crazy.

He all knew that.

It wasn't a big secret, was it?

You could read it in every magazine.
You could see it in TV.

It was everywhere.

And mike made a big deal out of it.

Why had he told him, anyway?

Maybe it was the alcohol... it always made things easier.

And more fucked up.