cats

So this guy who wasn't a druggie but he dabbled was taking Green-C and he got scrambled. It was definitely crystal, but it wasn't meth, or so they said. He lay down in bed, and when his lids were closed the cat was there. It was wasn't a man, but it had been built like one. The mouth was open to hiss, the ears were poised and as big as the rest of the head and it had teeth. At least four of them were sharp enough. He thought it might be wearing a suit, but he was looking into its eyes.

"Hello, Craig..."

He opened his eyes and it went away.

Kane sold him it. He'd heard stories about how kane had got into the scene selling crack, but they'd shared a beer once and Kane had assured him he'd never been near coke. It wasn't his style. It wasn't readily available. That was his style.

Craig dug weed for the most part. The odd pill and the occasional vein when he was trying to shake something loose down under his bones. Kane told him about The Green Sea Breeze. It loooked a lot like meth,

It looked a lot like a cat. Now, his eyes were open and it could pounce on a blink. He wondered about injecting the veins you see in a bloodshot eye.

The cat came out from the mirrored wardrobe. Its fur hadn't been combed and its mouth never moved from the hisss and it said hello Craig and he shouted and ashouted for his parents. And he looked at the door and the cat crouched at the bottom of his bed. He could smell salt.

"Don't you want to stroke me?" it said.

He howled for his mom and the door didn't open.

The cat was laughing like a baby drowning. Its eyes never moved either. He knew it wasn't a static mask though.

He figured his mom had gone out for some food, or to the supermarket or. The cat was still laughing when it climbed onto his chest, and moved closer and closer to his face and laughed and laughed and its salty breath.

Of course, Craig's mom had been trying to calm him down for minutes now because he was out of it. She hadn't seen him so bad before.

He didn't see her at all. He'd taken a step to the left. He would keep screaming, but his mom wasn't in this reality.

The cat was nose to nose with him.

It was one hell of a staring contest.