Short Fiction

“We have such sights to show you”, the voices in his head shout repeatedly. Tommy has fallen into his own world and cannot distinguish reality from fantasy anymore. The drug use has grown to gargantuan proportions and anyone who once considered him a friend has now abandoned him. He no longer exists on this earth in their eyes. No family or friends. Instead, he is only held up by the puppet strings of the heroin he obeys like a slave would his master. The voices beg him to take more and more. “You need this Tommy. You need to keep feeding us. No person can ever love you like we do. Take more and don’t stop.

            A car pulls up outside around Tommy’s corner. A man dressed in black steps out of an old beat up station wagon. He blends in with the night and looks like an apparition instead of living being. Back inside the apartment, Tommy momentarily snaps out of his high when loud thumps shake his door. In his state, it feels more like an earthquake than a visitor at the door. Before Tommy can even get on his feet, the door bursts open and the apparition from outside who happens to be a tall intimidating man with piercings in his nose and a long beard, points a gun at Tommy, who didn’t pay his debt.

-Opening quote taken from "Hellraiser".