Pushing the needle into her arm was a rush in itself, one she had never actually encountered before. Having always been afraid of needles, Bridget had chosen the snorting method for her drug use. She felt like she was overcoming a fear, becoming powerful. Such a shame it took dying for her to understand something so exciting about living. But fear had stopped her from so much, the truth was, this might be the most free she had ever felt. Injecting the drugs was the only way for her to end it all, but in that instant, she felt sad that she had lived her life with such cowardice. That the bravest thing she would ever do was eliminating herself from people’s lives.
The second the drugs hit her bloodstream she felt on top of the world. A year of sobriety thrown down the drain, but what did it matter...she had nothing left. She’d lost Andrew...Juliet...her sister hated her. It was just too bad she hadn’t been able to trade Sean’s life for her own. If only.
Reaching for another hit, Bridget struggled, she knew what she was doing was wrong. She had never wanted to go back to the junkie lifestyle. The next hit rushed through her body. She was high and she knew it. She wanted to take all of it, ensure success, but she already felt so tired. She laid back, the needle still in her arm. Everything started to go black. Just as she was sure she was dead, she felt someone lifting her up.
“Bridget, we have to go.” The voice told her.
“Don’t?” she said, dazed. Her savior removed the needle from her arm.
“You are going to be just fine.” He soothed.
Juliet came out of her room Saturday morning and greeted her father. “Hi, daddy, I love you.” She said with a smile.
“What do you want Juliet?” Andrew asked. He knew his daughter and usually when she started in with ‘I love you’ it was because she wanted something.
“Nothing, I just wanted to tell you that I love you.” She said, hurt and sitting down to eat breakfast. Grabbing the syrup to drench her pancakes, she smiled. She knew this was something Bridget use to make for them, and that was a fact that worked very much to her advantage today. Andrew looked up from his paper.
“Why are you so happy, Juliet?” He asked, curious.
“I remembered when Bridget use to make us pancakes. Hers were better.” She said, stuffing her face. Andrew smiled at that thought, but then looked at his daughter abruptly.
“Juliet, you’re too young to understand. Please, just stop bringing her up.” He said, going back to reading his paper.
“I miss Bridget, daddy.” She blurted out. “It’s not the same without her here. I know you love her...please just call her and work this out?” She asked, hoping he’d give in.
“Juliet, she lied to me, to us. I can’t just call her and ask her to come home.” He replied coldly, without looking up.
“Daddy, I don’t think she meant to. She loves you. You told her you wanted her to come home and you barely gave her a chance to adjust. How do you know she wasn’t going to tell you about Siobhan?” She asked, knowing he couldn’t answer her. “How do you know she wasn’t trying to figure out a way to tell you?”
“Eat your pancakes.” He replied.
“Done. I’m off to hang out with Tessa. I’ll see you later.” She said, getting up from her chair. “I love you.”
Bridget woke up and looked around. Juliet was sitting in the chair next to her bedside. “Where am I?” She asked, scared and disoriented.
“You’re in the hospital ,Bridget, you overdosed on heroin. Why would you take drugs? Why would you INJECT drugs? You’re afraid of needles.” She responded wildly.
