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When I woke up I noticed two things. Number one, I was in a soft bed surrounded by bright lights. Number two, I was in agony that could only be compared with the passion of Christ. I, hurt everywhere. I leaned over the edge of the bed and was soon consumed with dry heaves that made me scream out all the more. The tears in my eyes weren't from the pain, just the slight irritation. I never cry. I tasted the coppery taste of blood. I never ate much, just enough to keep me alive, since I thought the pills were all I needed. This could very well be hell. When I stopped retching, I looked around. It was like a hospital room, except different in a way I couldn't explain to myself. Hospitals had tried to get me a couple of times, but I was so afraid that they would find the black patch, I had always managed to escape. This time would be no different. I got up, reeling and slowly made my way to the door. It was locked. I reached into my clothes for a wire or a hairpin or something to pick the lock with. I soon realized that I wasn't wearing my clothes. I was wearing different ones, kind of like pajamas. They had seen the patch! Also, there was no lock on the door. I giggled hysterically, and stumbled back to bed. I must be hallucinating, I thought. All this time, the pain hadn't stopped; I had just been controlling it. A thought stirred in the back of my head. I didn't have anything. Nothing to swallow, inject or sniff. I was in remission. If I didn't get something fast, I was going to die. I giggled myself to sleep.
When I woke up next. I felt a little better. But not much. I lay there for hours, not stirring, just thinking.
FLASHBACK
Honey, c'mere! Come to mama Gazy! C'mon!
Shut up, I'm trying to sleep…
Hon, if she doesn't learn to walk now she won't ever.
I said shut up!
Yes honey.
That was what it was like between my parents.
He killed her while he was drunk. What she saw in him, I don't know, but one of them must have been a lot different. I sank back into sleep.