The door was slightly ajar, just enough for the room to breathe.
The boy inside looked like furniture. He just sat there, his eyes like grey stones staring into nothingness. He felt wasted.
The door opened and a man with too much on his mind walked in."Son?",he almost whispered."Johnny..Johnny??”
A weak grin came on his face like a flickering candle in a full wind."Yes Pa," he said.
"You doin' sugar again, huh?? Temme son!!"
"No Pa..", he said in a deadpan voice
"Now you lyin to your ol' pa like that? Temme you lyin' son!"
"No Pa..", voice barely audible.
"You wanna talk to me, you open your mouth son!!I am tellin' you...Just...OPEN YOUR MOUTH!!"
With a heavy heart he turned his back to his son and left in a tearful hurry. And then he heard the most awful sound that he had come to hate in the last few years; that laugh…that laugh..
“Ha ha ha..”.
