The box with the false bottom
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Her CD player clicked to a new song just as she walked in the door. She walked straight to the small trunk at the end of her bed. The accordion style guitar felt so familiar to her. She opened the box and pushed asidethe junk that it held- wincing as lose I teams brushed against the wound on her hand. She remembered how the thick blood spilled over when she drove the letter opener into it earlier that day. At that thought she also winced. She felt the niche at the bottom of the box. She pushed it open just as the singer began. The girl pulled out the things she needed and arranged them on the concrete floor of her room. She placed the ground leaves in a neat row in the center of the rectangular piece of paper. She rolled and sealed it. an automatic motion caused the lighter to flick up. She inhaled. Her heart slowed to the beat of the baseline. She opened the medicine bottle. Oval pills spilled into the palm of her uninjured hand. She dared not look at them for she knew she'd be looking at death itself. They felt Hevesy in her mouth and worse slipping down her throat. She took a deep breath through the joint. "Mama, we ALL go to hell" she smiled faintly- a ghost on her lips. Somewhere in the background the singer was screaming, but she couldn't hear. She slipped and fell.
