Board Thread:Writer's Workshop/@comment-26475800-20150624215854

I sat with my hands twitching on the steering wheel as I was cruising down the back streets. Every few minutes I would unconsciously and uncontrollably have a twitch of my right eye, the hooker I picked up pointed it out.

It’s okay though, it’s been five days and am already through the headaches. My body still feels a little strange though; but I heard the first week is the hardest and I’m almost through that. All I keep doing is reminding myself that it is better for my health, better for my life, if I stop. It wasn’t until she lit the smoke that I lost the ability to fight the urges. My mind went blank as my hand dipped into the cup-holder in the driver's door. She had no idea the knife was coming and I let out a sigh of release as it slid deep into her stomach. Her screams reminded me of the first time and that's what they say it was all about, chasing that first high.

As I dumped her body over the guardrail and into the river below I felt bad. All five days were lost and I would have to start all over again. But hey, withdrawals are a sonofabitch. 