Mariposa

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Mariposa

I stare down at the painting of Sophie. She looks like she's around the age of fifteen. She seems so happy, even though I can't see her face. The view is from behind. She looks glorious. She must chase the butterflies a lot. Well... must have...

I feel a searing pain in my head, bad enough to make me dizzy. It must be because of the surgery. God, it hurts. I take a moment to lean against the wall, trying to catch my breath.

I stand and go to the bags from the hospital, opening the one at the top of the pile. I pull out an odd, stuffed butterfly. It sorta looks half-bat. It has purple and black wings with white dots around the edges. It's got purple... antennas? They look like leaves. It's got purple eyes and a black body, along with six purple legs.

I pull it to my chest, squeezing it. It's very soft, though it doesn't look like it should be. The wings are extra soft. It's pretty cuddly in general. I love it. Chris said he got it for me on our first date, but it doesn't seem that old... maybe it was an apology gift and he doesn't want me to know.

I set the stuffie to the side and search through the bag. The doctors must have packed some pain medication. They must have known it'd hurt this much. They must have given it to Chris.

I search through Chris's bag, still not finding any. Maybe there are some in the bathroom? I walk Into the fancy room, which is just as beautiful as the rest of the house, and look through the cabinets. I find a bottle of oxycodone. I find a piece of paper beside it, skimming over the words.

Highly addictive

Side effects

tiredness
trouble breathing
vomiting
weakness or heaviness of the legs
weight gain
Get emergency help immediately if any of the following symptoms of overdose occur:

Symptoms of overdose

Bluish lips or skin
change in consciousness
cold, clammy skin
extreme sleepiness
general feeling of discomfort or illness
loss of consciousness
low blood pressure or pulse
slow breathing
unconsciousness

Wow, that's a lot. I stare at the bottle nervously. The pain is getting worse. I glance at the date on the bottle. It's from three years ago.. is it even good anymore? The pain is getting stronger, so I sit on the floor, still clutching the bottle.

I'm sure one will be ok.. I can keep it under control. I won't get addicted like others. I'll just take one, Just this once. I just need the pain to stop, then I'll be ok. It's not wrong if I need it.

I slowly open the bottle, trying not to make it rattle. As I set the lid on the ground, my vision begins to get blurry. I use my index finger to pull out a single pill, holding it between said finger and my thumb. Just this once..