Solitude

Part Forty Three

He brought her up to their room for the second time that week, plopped onto the bed too and cried and prayed and asked God why she was doing this to herself, why she'd reached rock bottom, why her?!?!

In the middle of the night, she woke up with a giant headache and she felt she would vomit so she rushed to the bathroom, blaming it on the hangover. But when she got there, she spazzed out again - the third seizure this week.

This time she didn't black out but she lost control, and when she began to vomit, she couldn't do anything. She tried to call out to Genaro, but her tongue wouldn't respond. Luckily, he could tell something was wrong and rushed to the bathroom.

Vomit was all over - the floor, her, everything. He stepped around it and grabbed her, moving her closer to the toilet, but it didn't work as she struggled to get free. A moment later, she was able to say, "Help me," and grab the toilet bowl before she lost control again.

A few minutes later it was all over. "I'm sorry," she said.

He was crying. "Why did you go drink?! You could've died!"

"I don't know," she started crying too. "I wanted to be free for a while."

"Puta!" he yelled. "That's not how you free yourself!"

"I know I'm a puta," she whispered. "That's why I want to die."