Addiction

By Kate Huneke

Dylan slowly reached for his first chocolate cupcake. The smell enticed him nearer and nearer to the crumbly cupcake. He was a starving wolf, searching for a fulfilling animal, and the cupcake was his prey. He snatched the delicious flavor up into his skinny hands, and dived nose-first into the cupcake. Once he had finished after his two bites, his face was covered in icing. He took his index finger and swiped it across the places where the icing had landed, cheerily devouring it off of his finger.

He heard a knock at the large wooden double-doors. Dylan took his stash of Hershey bars, chocolate kisses, truffles, and every other sort of chocolate substance you could imagine, and stuffed it into his bedside tables’ pull out drawer. Without calling for permission, a thin and frail woman entered his room. She was wearing an ugly green pea coat, unmatched with ironed black slacks. Without a single word, she came across the brown woven carpet, leaned across his duvet covers, and wiped something off of Dylan’s face. She held up her dirty thumb and raised her eyebrows, “We’re concerned about you, Mr. Saffry. Your addiction is getting stronger.” She pulled open his tables’ drawer, to find a massive amount of chocolate. Her eyes widened with surprise.

“There is nothing more the school nurse can supply you with, Mr. Saffry. I will be appointing the school’s pyschiatrist, Ms. Quil, to help stop this dangerous attraction between you and chocolate!” she spat angrily, each word raised a pitch higher.

So Dylan went. He visited Ms. Quil every day a week, for twenty-eight weeks. His addiction to chocolate had gradually slowed down, and now he hardly ever ate it.

He thought about his past while laid he in bed and sucked on his twentieth lollipop.