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I struggle, but I can’t free myself, and more bugs are crawling over me.
I scream and fight the restraints, then suddenly, the restraints are gone, and Mandy’s sitting in front of me, brushing her hand over my hair.
“It’s easier when you just give up,” she says.
Mandy never gave me a stitch of love or any kind of attention, so seeing her looking at me with worry makes something twist in my chest.
Stop.
“It’s okay,” she coos. “We’re family.”
She lies down beside me so we’re face-to-face and continues to stroke my hair, an unnaturally soft smile around her mouth.
I stare at Mandy’s face, taking in all the lines and scars.
All my life, she’s looked like this. Old. Tired. Shot up.
Bubbles form around her mouth, some floating into the air. Suddenly, she begins to convulse, and her eyes roll back into her head.
Staring at the white of her eyeballs is freaky as fuck, and I pinch my eyes shut.
When I open them again, Mandy is gone. Instead, Milania is lying beside me. Her eyes are frozen, and there’s puke running from the corner of her mouth.
No.
I fight through the effects of the drugs and manage to lift my head, but it starts to throb.
I take hold of Milania’s shoulder, and shaking her, my words are slurred as I say, “Get up. You need to sit up.”
As my senses steadily return and the effects of the drugs wear off, the pungent stench of vomit hits me.
“Milania,” I whisper.
Sitting up, I lean over her and try to check for her pulse, but I’m not sure I’m doing it right. I hold my finger beneath her nostrils, but there’s no warm air coming from her.
“Shit,” I whimper.
Hit with intense fear and sorrow all at once, I quickly move away from her.
She’s dead.
Jesus, Milania’s dead.
Lifting a hand, I cover my mouth while my breaths burst from me in quick, short puffs.
The warped hallucinations I had while high start to bombard me.
Milania died while I was high out of my mind.
I find a corner and hug my knees to my chest. “Jesus,” I groan, rocking my body. “Jesus.”
My face crumbles as I stare at her lifeless body, but no tears fall.
That’s going to happen to me if I don’t get out of here.
I press my face to my knees, but it hurts, and I have to lift my head again. I suck in deep breaths, the bile in my stomach churning and threatening to come up.
My eyes dart around the room, and I realize the one with the blank stare is gone. The other two are huddled beneath blankets, fast asleep.
