I woke up the next day, still confused about what to do. I started going through Snapchat, watching her story. It was one snap and it just said I'm sorry. I sent out my streak message with me flicking off the camera. I went to the bathroom, did my business, and showered. I put on the binder Alex stuck in the box and put it on. It was perfect. I smiled and put on a button up, jeans, and shoes. I did my hair and went downstairs. My mom handed me a plate with two giant cinnamon rolls. Heaven.
I ate them and left, going to get Maywish. "Hey," she said. I greeted her and gave her a hug.
"Did Alex tell you?"
"Tell me what?"
"I came out to my parents. They're okay with it. But, uh, Alex and I are taking a break. Kind of. We kinda broke up but."
"I'm sorry, babes."
"It's okay. Where to?"
"Um, I don't care. But we're gonna talk about everything."
"The mall and then lunch?"
"Sure." I started driving there and she took a lot of Snapchats of my terrible dancing. We were jamming to whatever came on. Even some of my Russian music, which got me really hyped up.
"What is this even saying," she asked and I translated a bit so she could get the idea. It was a very emo break up song with a good beat and it was fast pace so it balances out. We got to a stop light and I started rapping, facing her phone. She put her phone down when it turned green. "Alex just sent me something."
I turned the radio down, "what does it say?"
"I'm so glad she's happy without me. Maybe if I really left everyone would be happier," she read. I took the next right.
"Quick detour to get place. Look at her story."
"It's a bunch of emo stuff," said Maywish a couple seconds later, "she posted a picture of a bunch of pills and alcohol."
"Oh my god," I whispered and drove faster. Two minutes. Please make it two minutes. I stopped outside of her house and got out, not caring about my parking or keys or anything. I ran inside and upstairs.
She was about to swallow about 20 pills. I grabbed her wrist and she looked up at me. I took them and Maywish came in. She took them and flushed them. I sat on the floor next to her and pulled her onto my lap. I stroked her hair and kissed her head as Maywish disposed of the other pills and bottles.
"Baby, it's okay. I got you. You're gonna be okay."
"I never thought I would be that girl but you make me feel so happy and I've been a fucking wreck for so long," she said through strangled sobs.
"Why didn't you tell me? You need help, baby girl."
"I didn't want to bother you," she replied. I rested my head on hers and kissed her head. "Please don't tell my mom."
"I need to. You're not going to get better on your own. I'll make sure they don't put you in a psych ward. I will go Russian drug cartel on their ass." She giggled and looked up at me, hugging me around my neck. I squeezed her.
"What was that about a Russian drug cartel," Maywish asked.
"Stop acting like you don't know. Oh shit. I'll wire you your payment on Monday."
"She works for you?" Maywish nodded and laughed, showing her knife handle. "If we get back together-"
"We will. Trust me, but continue."
She smiled and continued her sentence, "what role would I play?"
"I don't know. Distributor. Finances. Trade offs. Whatever you want. Unless it's dangerous."
