Inktober: POISONOUS - 10/1/18

"You won't do it."

"I might."

"You're a coward."

"I could be worse. I could be you."

"Is that so? I know I wouldn't. So go ahead, prove me wrong."

"Maybe we're both cowards."

"I have a reason. What do you have?"

Silence.

"That's what I thought. You are weak. Powerless. You exist only to be used and thrown away like a plastic bag, filled with garbage and then—"

I grabbed the vial and downed it in one gulp. "Coward," I squeaked as my throat closed. "Any day."

The glass shattered as I hit the ground.