Welcome... To My Fucked Up Life... (Complete)

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We arrived at Emily's house and sat in the living room. She brought cookies and tea from the kitchen and placed them on the table.

Emily: So explain to me what is going on.

Me: Which part?

Emily: Let's start with your brother. Why didn't he show up?

Me: I don't know maybe he's still mad at me for taking the blame for something I didn't do.

Emily: Well it doesn't mean he shouldn't visit you.

Me: I know but ........let's changed the subject.

Emily: Ok your cell mate.......

Me: Becky?

Emily: That's her name?

Me: Yeah...what about her?

Emily: What was she like?

Me: Stupid.

Emily: What do you mean stupid?

Me: That dumb bitch attacked me.

Emily: For what? The bunk beds.

Me: No because I told her what she did was wrong.

Emily: Why?

Me: Because it was, and to attack me just because I told the truth.....is fucking stupid as well.

Emily: ......

Me: What?

Emily:..... I didn't give you your medicine when you left for jail, did I?

Me: I don't think so.

Emily: That explains it.

Emily reaches into her purse and pulls out a syringe.

Me: Is that for me?

Emily: You don't remember do you?

Me: Remember what?

Emily: Nikki...Nicole....this isn't you....the real you would have gone back in there and ripped her face off and make it as a bag.

Me: I don't think so.

Emily: Yes you would.

Me: Look this is me and that isn't me and you know that.

Emily: Yes I know that THIS isn't you but you need to take this. Before you went to jail you took this all the time, this was your medicine. You always took this just to calm down. Without them, you would go crazy.

Me: But look at me do I look like I'm going crazy?

Emily: Not yet. But give it time, it will kick in soon later.

Me: But it's been three months right? It should've kicked in by now. Just face it, Emily, this is the new me.

Emily: I don't like the new you I miss the old Nicole. The one that will fight for me any day anywhere, The one that will rip somebody's face off just from looking at you wrong, The one that didn't give two fucks about what anyone is saying.

Me: I don't believe that was me.

Emily stands up and goes to another room. She comes back with a blue box with an envelope on top. She sits down next to me and hands me the box.

Me: What's this?

Emily: I had a feeling that this might happen or you had a feeling I don't remember. You did this before you went to jail. You told me not to give it to you unless it is an emergency. But I think this is emergency.