Drug of Choice

Drug of Choice--Part Four

PART FOUR

Mica didn’t want to move from her bed for a long time. Once she had woken up early the next morning from a night of nightmares and dreams of her parents, the car accident playing again in her head over and over again like in a movie, and someone else had control of the remote.

She lay in her bed for so long her legs began to get twitchy, she was never a lazy person, and she always needed to do something. Anything to keep her moving.

The phone rang several times between the time she woke up and the end of the day.

Thoughts ran through her mind and the tears never stopped flowing from her red and puffy eyes. She hated crying, but now she seemed this was the only thing she could do.

She was pissed that she didn’t have her drugs with her. The day she left for the school she had a small pocket full, but she guessed that the doctor might have found it and destroyed it. Unfortunately she had a small stash in her room that she could get… if she was back at home.

Wait… she thought. That guy… Sam. He could get her home. She could use that to grab all the things she needed, wanted, and then set the rest aside for storage.

Mica sat up from her bed, her muscles aching and creaking. She sat up and took a proper look around the room, it was bare except for the bed she lay on, a small dresser on the opposite side of the room, and a window on the wall that was left. There wasn’t anything extravagant in this room, so she slowly got up and walked numbly to the living room.

Mica looked around the living room, it was just as bare as the bed room, and there was a couch, a TV set, a coffee table between the two and a desk with filing cabinets and a shelf above it. that was just on half of the room, just like in a real apartment there was a kitchen in the other half of the room, a small counter, a fridge, microwave and cupboards. There was a door on the other side of the room and she walked up to it, opened the door, and saw a small bathroom behind it. There was a toilet, shower/bath tub and a cupboard for bathroom needs in there.

The room was nice and cozy; she walked back into the living room and looked around once more. Mica finally found the phone next to the door leading out of the room.

She picked up the phone from where it sat and looked at it for a moment, and then punched in the numbers that she had known her whole life.

After two rings someone picked up, “Hello?” it was a woman’s voice.

“Aunt DeeDee?” said Mica quietly; she wasn’t sure what she was going to say.

“Oh! Mica! How nice of you to think of me, how are things? Is everything okay?”

“Yea, just dandy…” she said sarcastically through the phone, “so I’m guessing the doctor told you all that happened?” she wanted to get all of this talking done and over with… she needed a release of some kind.

“Oh sweet heart! Yes, I heard all about it. I wanted to call you but no one told me you got out of the hospital yet. Are you at the school? Do you need me to pick you up?”

“No auntie. I have a friend who’s going to help me with that, all I want you to do is help with funeral arrangements, and all of mom and dad’s belongings. I’m going to take what I want from the house, and then everything else is yours.”

“I understand Hun, you do what you want, and I’ll take care of the rest.” Mica could hear someone talking in the background on the other end of the phone.

“What’s going on over there?”

“Oh, don’t worry about it; I’m just having some friends over for a lunch party. Look, I’ll give you a few weeks. And when things are all done you give me a call and I’ll get all of this taken care of okay?”