chemical death

"Mom what the fuck?...I just went out all night searching for answers and evidence of what happened and I come back and your doing tequila shots and swallowing pills!?"
She fakes a pout then giggles "oh i only took a few it wont hurt" "it will hurt you dumbass! You told me to throw these away! The serving is one pill a day!" She shoos me with her hand "aww look at you trying to be all tough with your bad words and telling me how to manage my meds! Just like when you were a toddler!" Her face changes from giggly and happy to a stern look.."but back then it was only play med.." She breaks down crying again. I grab another one of my dads sweaters and toss it to her and she clutches on to it as though if she let go she'd die.
I grab another one of the house phones (we have like three) and call the bryar house. Mary Joe Anna picks up "WHO THE FUCK IS THIS! HOW DID YOU GET THIS NUMBER?" "Mary its me bandit." "Oh ok" her voice goes soft. "So whats up bandit" i think of how to put it "you havent heard about my dad and frank?" I ask "no why what happened?" "You have a drivers license right? Pick me up in 5" i hang up the phone and wait.

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