Desperation.

Hello readers(if there are any), it has been awhile since this blog had an proper update!So I was preparing for my English O's and I came upon a topic for my composition which was .. (look at the title of this post bitch).
The name Ahbin was used in this story because at the end, the main character was in a dog position licking things on the floor. HAHA! Yes, just for that reason so Ahbin the name was used.
Suggestion are deeply appreciated and, enjoy~ :)


Ahbin was covered in repugnance cotton-made clothes. His shirt was torn whereby part of his stomach was revealed, trouser tattered in brownish and black stains and his shoes was in a rugged shape, the used to be white shoelace now soiled in dirt.
Disheveled facial hair on his scarred face and those curly strands of hair of his falls dead with the gravity, so dead that it doesn't move when he walks, not even a slightest movement was observed and all in one, portrays a poignant life he has.

Ahbin leaned lethargically by a rusty pole on the abandoned back alley, where it was humid and foggy. The air was stale, he barfed at least thrice. He gingerly squats his way down, peeking cautiously at his east and west. Nobody was round. He was safe. Shaking ferociously, he jerked a bit and tucked his right hand into his pocket, digging up a packet of white fine powders which was semblance to salt. No, it was drug.

Ahbin leads an ordinary lifestyle just like any average Joe on the street. He was one promising engineer, having a stable lifestyle and also owning his own house and car. Things started going wrong one day when he took his first step to the addictive poison - ecstasy.

"Hey bloke, yes you." Ahbin look confusingly at the man who called out to him. The man was one tattoo maniac, his skin was heavily inked and there were even sterilized metals on his face. Ahbin moved back a bit, noticed one 'Mickey Mouse' on his left bicep and that was when the man interrupted him.
"I got the damn mouse when I was fourteen, it was my favorite cartoon character." he explained.
Ahbin laughed under his breath, "Cool, really cool for a guy like you. So what can I do for you?"
"I will sell you this top-grade ecstasy for just 500 bucks my friend, seeing you have interest on my "Mickey"." The inked guy grabs Ahbin firmly by his arms.
"No no, I am not into drugs! Thank you." Ahbin turned and made his way towards his car parked near the cafeteria as he speaks.
As soon as he turns, his shoulders felt a tight slap on it and the inked guy catches the engineer by his shoulders and started explaining what wonders and magic those white powders could do. Ahbin was a little tentative at first and then he started falling deep into another dimension, into the persuasion of the man and as soon as he woke to his senses, the man was out of sight and a pack of white powder was on his hand.

Ahbin was alone in his room, squinting his eyes and scrutinizing gingerly at the pack of white powders. The table lamp of his flickers throughout, only the table he was on was in sight. Curiosity killed the cat and it did. Ahbin poured out a small pile onto his hands, sniffing it up and his veins was surged with adrenaline as soon as it enters his nose. He felt his blood pumping furiously from his heart into his brain, to all of his body and he felt very light, like he was floating. Crawling towards his bed, he started sniffing up every single grain on the pack. Ahbin felt like he was on top of the world, getting dizzy and moments of lucidity was followed by blank spots.

Since then, Ahbin was addicted to the drug and to the extent that he lost his promising career and sold his car in exchange for the poisons. Ahbin even researched on the internet to find out where he could source out better quality drugs. Banks started calling him up, pushing him for the debts he owns, housing debts as well and all of his savings were used up. His life was in a total disastrous state.

Ahbin wanders about on a street, he stole a few buns to replenish his energy but ended up getting thrashed up and left his shirt torn and shoddy. He was exhausted, he falls to a puddle of mud on his knees and feed himself to a bun he managed to save. Soaked in the blazing hot sunshine as he walks, he was totally worn out and his relapses of drugs came. It was tormenting and unbearable.

Ahbin was drenched in his own sweats, he stealthily peered over the electronic gadget shop where it was astoundingly brighter than the shops on its side. He had a plan - to rob the cameras on display and trade it for a few packs of drugs. The area was dead, very quiet and tranquil. He took a quick glance of the surrounding, he made sure there was no one near him. Fastidiously, he took his body towards the shop, his eyes was watery, his stomach knotting in fears and the legs was wobbly as jellies.

Annoying blaring alarm went screeching, Ahbin was panic stricken. He ran with all his might, with two cellphones on his sweaty palms. His breathe was incongruous.
He was panting and sweating at the same time, his hair plastered down his forehead, sweats dripping down onto his eyes and unsteadily, he tripped upon a stone, landed flat onto the pavement and his face brushed through it, bleeding profusely. Ahbin cussed out and made his way to a public booth. He made a call to his drug dealer, impatiently asking him to meet him immediately.

"Hey, over here." Ahbin called out to a man in a dark grey hoodie. His face was masked by the shadow, making it impossible for anyone to elucidate how he'd look like.
"Only a pack for this two useless cellphones." the man in hoodie said as he handed over a pack of white powders.
Ahbin retorted "No, these phones ought to worth much more than a pack!"
"Take it or leave it then dude."
"Fine!" Ahbin grabs the pack of drug reluctantly and handed over the two cellphones.

Thoughts of how relaxed and high he will get upon inputting the drug into his body, he expeditiously made his way into an abandoned back alley. The place was as in a total state of stillness but foggy. His shirt was torn where his stomach could be seen, mud stains on his trouser which was from the kneeling down earlier one in the muddle of mud and his shoes was out of shape and the soles came off - from the tripping. He dragged himself to a corner, squats and lean upon a pole. His body was trembling ferociously.
Ahbin dug his right hand into his pocket and pulled out the packet of drug. He tried opening it, but his hands was quivering tremendously. In a moment of anger, he pulled open the packet by violence and it all spilled onto the floor, which was wet and sticky.

"Mother fucking bitch! Damn it!" He cussed out.

He had no choice, his palms and legs were on the floor, positioning like a dog. He slowly descend his head down, sticking out his tongue as beads of perspiration trickled down his forehead like a string of shattered pearls. He licks the disgustingly wet pavement, savoring all the drug he could, as well as the insects and strands of hair on the floor into his mouth.