waiting for superman | book three

eight

She's just watching the clouds roll by and they spell her name like Lois Lane

After arriving back in the garage of her two story suburban home, Chloe throws her bike to the ground and sprints through the doors. She barges past her mother, who is faking concern for her crying daughter, and takes the stairs three at a time.

In a heartbroken daze, she ransacks her drawers, attempting to find her drugs. She doesn't even care what drug it is she takes at the moment, just as long as it will take her pain away. Whether what she finally ends up taking is ecstasy, prescription, or LSD, Chloe will never know. She doesn't even look at the three tiny pills before shoving them down her throat with no water to help them down.

Chloe throws herself onto the window seat on the side of her room and lays there, waiting. She just keeps waiting for her to feel nothing like she normally does. She keeps waiting for all the feeling in her body to disappear, leaving her feeling like a cloud. But that high never comes.
Turning her body so she is propped up against the yellow wall, she opens the blinds off the window and looks out.

Josh's bedroom window is still shut and no light is escaping from the thin cracks between the shutter blinds. Chloe allows her imagination to escape her and wonders of what he is doing instead of being with her overcome her mind. Was he doing homework? Was he playing video games? Was he already asleep? Or was he with another girl?

The last thought causes Chloe's fragile heart to skip a few beats and she has to look away from his bedroom window for the fears to end.

And so she just sits at her window, watching the clouds in the sky change shapes and spell out her name as the feeling leaves her body, leaving her in a drugged out high.