For the longest time we had been dependent on each other,Jonah and I, getting each other out of trouble if need arised and pulling each other up through tough times but all that had been going down the drain recently. Jonah had become reckless and impulsive in his actions and no one could predict what trouble he would get himself into next. It was one thing after the other and I had recently been slowly growing tired . One time,I caught him in our mother's room picking her safety deposit lock with tweezers and I was appalled. Jonah was many things,but I had never imagined he was a thief. That was when my faith in him begun dwindling and in time I was almost sure it would fade. Family bonds can weather anything,as my mom would always say but I don't think they would be enough to get us past this if Jonah did not atleast try to change.
I was fast asleep last night in my room when I heard a crash as things from my table tumbled down. I woke up in a stupor and much of what was happening was incohesive for the first few seconds after I woke up,until they registered. Jonah was standing in my room staring at me without blinking. A cold sweat ran down my spine but I reigned in my fear and rising anger by asking him what he was doing in my room in a clipped tone. For a while he did not answer and just stared at me. He seemed to be in a trance and when I shoved him back he fell to his knees and begun wailing and crying as he crawled to my feet. I was dazed by this and could not understand a word he said as he sobbed relentlessly and talked over himself. He was partially aware of his surroundings I believe but the little I got from his incessant chattering was,'a gambling den','I am dead'and'I owe' . After hearing just these words I had a picture of some kind about what was going on and I did not like it one bit. He was gambling now and he owed money and by the look of how much the grown man was crying,it was either one or two things. He was high on some very low quality or high quality drugs or he owed a great deal of money. At the moment I prayed it was only the latter but I had a gnawing feeling it was both,and that alone caused a sinking feeling to seep in my gut. I watched as Jonah slowly dozed off on my bedroom floor and often,in his sleep he would mumble incoherent words and then go back to sleep. I looked at him for a while and left for the kitchen. I knew Jonah would most probably not mention this to me in the morning when he was sober,but since it was something that would chew us all off in the end,I had to find a way to pry it out of him somehow the next day. That was the thought that paved its way in my subconcious as I slowly drifted off to sleep on our kitchen counter. That,and what a shit show the next day was going to be.