ephemeral life.

chapter 8: overdose and overdone

The next morning,

I woke up and walked downstairs and found her,

Asleep.

Nothing unusual.

Except she was asleep next to the staircase.

On the floor,

With a bottle of pills in hand.

A silent scream played in my head.

Only a small gasp left my mouth.

I walked over and picked the pill bottle up.

After taking it to her purse,

I tried waking her up.

She didn’t move.

A part of me wanted to dial 911.

Another part of me wanted to let her die.

I glanced at the clock.

It was 8:10.

I was going to be late to school.

Ugh.

Did she overdose?

I’m assuming that’s what happened.

Although, I’m not sure.

I groaned and kicked the wall.

The responsible part of me called the cops.

I didn’t tell them I suspected overdose.

By the time they arrived,

It was 8:20.

Definitely going to be late.

I never skipped school,

But that day I decided to stay home.

“Did you find her like this?” an officer interrupted my thoughts.

“Yeah, I came down to go to school,

And she was just lying like this,” I said.

“Any idea why?” he asked, with an eyebrow raised.

Clearly, he could see that she was fucked up.

Hell, anyone could see that.

I shook my head and pretended to be completely oblivious.

Then I remembered the noise from last night.

“I heard a loud thumping noise last night,” I said,

“As I was going to sleep.  I didn’t think much of it.

Especially because this is a townhouse and I can always hear others.”

“So you think she fell down the stairs and became unconscious?” he asked.

He didn’t buy the story.

Could I blame him?

“Yes,” I muttered.

The officer pulled his hat up away from his eyes.