Cracked Silver

Chapter 1

JESSE

I lurk in the shadows in the alleyways. Finding people to deal with to meet with my weekly quota. If not, I'd be dead within an hour.
 People around here aren't just people. They're animals searching for prey. They're as wild as a tiger let loose in the wild. You can never be 'friendly' with these people. Unless you want to get stabbed in the back.
I'm not here for the love of methamphetamine. I don't take that stuff. I'm here for the little bit of cash that I signed up for. I wasn't going to deal for long, I just needed to pay my rent.
I dealt for a month. Unaware of my talents, I got deep into the business. Unable to break free from their cooperation, they're forcing me to make dirty money that I don't want. They say I'm quicker than the shadows. I'm stealthy and sly. 
I'm not that bad of a kid when I'm off work. I'm nineteen with a job that I want to get out of. Dark black hair, curtains that cover my eyes. Yellow hazel eyes. Pretty shit colour to go with my personality. I'd rather have blue.
I deal four times a week. None stop. I have to deliver two pounds of meth to twenty people. Which should equal to 3600$. I get the 1K. 
1K a week isn't as much as I'd like. Considering I want out. And I'm constantly at risk from the cops. I should be making 2K. At least. 
But it's a cruel world held by cruel people. 

I live in Virginia. A shady part of it where dealing gets paid more. 

I don't technically have a life. Like, a real one. I'm waiting for a change to happen that will give me hope. Hope that I'll survive. Because trust me, one single mistake and you're dead.