Jaime felt sedated, medicine ingested. The thing about being off
meds, was that you felt freer. Like in the mist of leaving your footprints
and handprints on everything around you were being true to yourself. You
felt like you were moving so fast nothing could catch up, like nothing
could touch you. Superman. And meds were your kryptonite, because they
slowed you down to the point of being able to be hurt. Hurting was bad.
Very bad. Pain, blood could be good but only if it brought you back to
flying.
Auggie came over to where Jaime sat on the depilated couch. "So you got your meds?" Jaime nodded, feeling too lethargic to speak. He hadn't been on medication, real medication, for a long time. Drugs had always sedated him in all the right ways, but still letting him be Superman.
But then the thought always came to him, late at night, whether he was lying in bed or on someone else's back seat, or if he was sleeping on the streets, or pawing through another medication cabinet, you're no Superman. You're just Robin, or maybe. maybe.
You're just Wonder woman.
Auggie came over to where Jaime sat on the depilated couch. "So you got your meds?" Jaime nodded, feeling too lethargic to speak. He hadn't been on medication, real medication, for a long time. Drugs had always sedated him in all the right ways, but still letting him be Superman.
But then the thought always came to him, late at night, whether he was lying in bed or on someone else's back seat, or if he was sleeping on the streets, or pawing through another medication cabinet, you're no Superman. You're just Robin, or maybe. maybe.
You're just Wonder woman.