Blake’s trembling right hand was buried inside his pocket, fingers caressing the tiny plastic bubble with the silvery foil that lay there, safely tucked away. It was calling to him and he touched it compulsively, longingly. Its enticing presence promised him relief. Relief from the pain, relief from the bad things he was feeling; an end to his suffering.
Thus far, he had resisted the siren’s call, despite a hellish night of anxious dreams and restless sleep. However now, standing in front of