A rat??

Jake swallowed a couple times and picked up the bottle again.  His shirt was soaking up the sweat that poured out of him like a waterfall.  He wasn't thirsty, but his mouth was dry.  His head was an earthquake followed by a million aftershocks.  His heart was a hummingbird.  His brain was on vacation.

How did this happen?  Why did he have to betray himself and his friends?  Wasn't there another way?  Couldn't he find a way out of becoming a rat?  What would they do to him?

"Calm down." said the ugly detective.  "You're gonna sweat yourself thin."

The tall detective laughed.

"Why do I have to wear a wire?  I told you all I know.  Won't my word be good enough?"

"The word of a crook against another crook?" the tall detective snorted.

"A jury won't find you credible.  You would do anything to save your own skin."

"No I wouldn't.  I...I...I--"

"You're only cooperating to get out of prison.  You can't deny that."

"But that's different?  I'm not a rat."

"It's way too late for that.  We already have you on tape telling us all about your friends."

The water bottle crashed into the ugly detective.  "You tricked me!  You told me that Kevin was ratting me out and I had to talk or get the needle."

"I lied."  The ugly detective slid the chair back making it squeak against the floor.  He stood up and exited the room with his partner.

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Teaser

Teaser

Jessica's pulse quickened. Fear threatened to overcome her. How was it possible? It couldn't be real. Maybe she was hallucinating. She felt the spray on her face and the rushing water on her arms. She moved her fingers and felt a fingernail with her thumb.
She always thought waterfalls were magical, but in a figurative sense. Not literally. Five minutes ago she was admiring the beauty of the falls. Now it threatened to assimilate her into it. What was happening?
Her senses were intact. She didn't feel sick. She never did drugs in her life. But then, what was the answer? How could she make any sense out of this? Her hand was there--she felt it. But her hand wasn't there--she couldn't see it. She saw clearly the rock behind the falls and her hand should be scraping up against it. But at her wrist, where the water cascaded over it, her hand simply vanished.