posted on Oct, 3 2014 @ 09:51 AM
David Holcomb sat on his couch, looking at the coffee table in front of him. A tiny bag rested on the wooden surface, its contents taunting David. He
knew he should leave the bag alone, and forget what was inside. But tantalizing desire burned within him, urging him to imbibe the one thing that he
knew was forbidden.
The moment he had left home in the morning, the desire had begun to grow. He knew as he sat down in the car that his thoughts would dwell on the
contents of the bag all day, and that he wouldn’t be satisfied until he had received his fix.
Within seconds after he had returned back to his home he had ingested several of the tiny pill sized objects, which now swam in a pool of his stomach
acid – breaking down molecule, by molecule. Chemicals coursed through his body, and he could feel his energy levels beginning to rise and surge with
every passing second.
“That’s enough,” said Martha, as she had taken the bag from David. She had sat the clear plastic sack on the table, and glared at him. “Now
you don’t touch it. Too much of that stuff is really bad for you. Its ok to have a little, but you need to slow down.”
Anger coursed through David. He hated being told what to do, and had always rebelled against it in some form. His emotions were raw – he had had a
long day, and didn’t understand why he couldn’t have the one thing that made him happy. “Please let me have more!” he shouted at Martha.
“Just one!” He kicked his feet against the table in a fit of rage, knocking it back half an inch.
Martha spun to face David. He looked up at her with a challenging expression, daring her to say no. “David,” said Martha. “Your mom and dad pay
me a lot of money to babysit you when you get home from pre-school. They do that because I know what’s best for you. If you continue to throw a fit,
I’ll throw the jelly beans away, and you won’t get anymore….”