Somewhere In Brooklyn

19 - November 22

I bought a cough syrup the other day.

I-It's for my s-sister, I stuttered.

I took a spoonful of it and let it come down to my system.

It's for my sister, I thought.

I took another one and another one until I lost count.

It's for my sister, I toasted as I raised the bottle into the air.

Drinking cough syrup when you don't actually have a cough means you're really sick. In the head. In the heart. And there's no way to cure it. That's what she told me when I caught her one time chugging a bottle of cough syrup.

That night, I started to hear them clearly again and they're all screaming the same thing—"it's your fault."