Unraveled

One Wrong Move

When I opened my eyes, Jacob was looking down at me. He sat back on the concrete next to me, running a hand through his hair, when he saw that I was conscious again. I sat up slowly. The memory started coming back. Taking the ecstasy and coke. The sex. Passing out. The racing of my heart.

"What the hell?" I asked.

"Did you take something before you went to meet Gillian?"

"I..." I frowned, trying to remember. "I smoked a joint."

Jacob sighed as I moved slowly so my back was against the wall. "I think that you just had too much in a short amount of time. Or had a panic attack. I don't know. Jesus Christ, I thought I was going to have to use my Narcan on you. Which would have been crazy since you didn't actually take a lot."

"You have Narcan?"

He stared at me. "Yes, I have fucking Narcan. There's a clinic once a month at the hospital. Make sure you get some if you're going to keep doing this. If you don't need it for someone to revive you, you'll need it for someone else."

I drew my knees up to my chest. "Jesus."

"Yeah, he might help, too."

I pulled out my old phone, which I'd stuck in my pocket after a moment of hesitation, and turned it on. Jacob lit a cigarette, moving so we were touching again.

"You okay?" Jacob asked after a minute.

I glanced over at him as my phone started buzzing with notifications. "Yeah. I think I'm good."

"Maybe it was just the great sex that sent you over the edge." I looked at him, arching an eyebrow. "You can't deny that it wasn't good."

"It was okay."

"Bullshit!"

"Maybe we'll need to try it again to see if you can change my mind," I said, smirking at him before I opened a text from my mom.

"I'm good with that. But, I don't want you to pass out again, so let's wait until the drugs are a little more out of your system."

I laughed. "Alright. Besides, you may be the one to pass out next time because of my greatness."

He blew a puff of smoke at me, shaking his head. "Whatever."

I looked down at the string of texts from my mom.

We aren't angry.

We just want to know that you're safe.

We love you.

Let us know that you're okay.

Shawn?

Please just give us something to know that you're alright.

Your father just wants you to come home.

Please, Shawn.

Come home.

Please.

Just one word or letter or something to let us know you're safe.

Your father isn't calling the cops.

It's okay.

It's okay to come home.

We want to help.