I Drank The Poison and I Passed The Fuck Out.

Nothing To Do, But Scream At The Drunken Moon.

Michelle.

I was having to re-learn some things, but for the most part, life was as normal as it was before, like the accident had never happened,

At this moment, I was washing dishes at the sink, barefoot in a tank-top and shorts.

Madison was sitting at the table eating apple slices and watching Wow, Wow, Wubbzy.

Adam was with Vic, Marisa and Elizabeth, and the twins were asleep in bed with Tony.

It was almost six in the morning,

My hair, still uncut after months of being vegetablized, was pulled back into a sloppy, falling ponytail.

I'd put all of my three piercings back in, and refreshed the dark brown of my hair, but this time I added blonde undertones and highlights.

"Mom." Madi said.

"Hm?" I asked.

"Can I have some orange juice please?" She asked.

"Sure." I said.

I washed and rinsed the last cup and filled it with orange juice for her.

I walked down the hallway silently to the bedroom.

Tony was lying on his side, Micah in front of him, Isaiah on her other side.

I walked into our bathroom and examined my scar on my arm.

This scar wasn't one of the strangely few from the accident, this was from the suicide attempt before my wedding.

It had faded quite a bit, but was still visible.

I ran my fingers over it and sighed, Of all the stupid things I'd ever done, trying to take my own life, more than once, was by far the stupidest.

"You okay?"

I jumped at Tony's voice, then smiled.

"Yeah, I'm fine. Just thinking. Are the twins asleep?" I asked.

He nodded, "Sound."

He put his arms around me and looked at us in the mirror.

"We're pitiful aren't we?" I asked.

He smiled and kissed my cheek, "Hardly. I'd say we're perfect." He said.

I smiled back at the reflection, "After everything I've put you through, and the shit I have done, how do you still love me?" I asked.

"You can never un-love someone, no matter what they do to you. Take Vic for example. He may love Marisa, I know he does, but deep down, he still really, really loves you, even after what you did to him. Love like that just doesn't go away." He said.

I looked down at his hands locked around my waist, fingers intwined.

"It doesn't make sense." I said.

He chuckled.

"My mom once told me that love doesn't make sense, it's crazy, complicated, infuriating and mostly tormenting, but if it weren't all those things it wouldn't be love." He said.

"Infuriating for sure." I mumbled, my hand moving to his.

"Tormenting, most definitely. It tortured me to see you with him all that time, knowing the truth and not being able to say anything. It was killing me. But still I hated the way that the truth came out. A horrible, spiteful person was all it took." He said.

I turned around and put my arms around his neck to kiss him.

"All is well now." I said.

He nodded, "I love you."