Randy's Thoughts Chapter 29
Journal Entry for Friday January 23, 1998
What I wrote on Monday about Mark was true. Something is going on with him. I was getting a new tube of toothpaste out of my medicine cabinet this morning, when I noticed two things. One, my amitriptyline bottle has been moved from the left side to the right side. Okay, I thought, I must've just put it over on the right instead of the left the last time I used it. Then I noticed some of the pills are missing.
Now I guess I could be jumping to conclusions here, I mean, it might not be Mark that took the pills. It could've been Brad. After all, he is the known junkie. But I really, really think it was Mark. Him or his friend Ronnie. That guy brings a whole new definition to the word creepy.
But getting back to what I was saying, I don't know what to do. I don't know whether or not to tell mom about the pills. It was only three of them, but at the same time, three could lead to six, that could lead to nine, which could lead to the whole bottle, which could lead to hard core drugs, or, he could just skip all that and start doing hard drugs right away.
I guess I should tell her. Maybe she'd know how to figure out who it is.
On the other hand, what if it's nothing? What if this never happens again?
I think I know what I'll do. (Aside from making it seem like I'm talking to imaginary people who read this). Both Brad and Mark are going to parties tonight, so I'm going to hide in the shower, behind the curtain (duh!), and wait for the amitriptyline thief to make his move. It's a long shot, and it probably won't work since nothing will probably happen, but if it doesn't work tonight, then I'll try again. If after enough nights, it doesn't seem to be working, then I'll tell mom.
Well, I guess if I'm going to do this, I'd better go hide. Brad leaves for his party in forty five minutes, and Mark leaves for his an about an hour and a half. Yeah, I know, my social life sucks. I'm the only one that has no plans for tonight. (Well that had no plans).
-Randy
Five Minutes Later
Randy's POV
I need to check the amount of amitriptyline first, to make sure the thief hasn't made his move yet.
I open the medicine cabinet, and pick up the bottle. It still has seven left in there, so that means I still have a chance. I put the bottle back, making sure to put it in the exact same spot I found it in this morning.
Then I get in the bathtub, making sure to remove my socks first so as not to get them wet. (I can't stand wet socks. The feel just drives me crazy). Then I draw the shower curtain most of the way shut, leaving just a small sliver open so I can see. Then I begin the boring process of waiting.
After about ten minutes of waiting, I hear someone pushing the door open. This is one time I'm glad to be short, so the person can't see me waiting in the tub. I summon up all my courage, then look through the little sliver of shower curtain I left open to see who it is.
A/N: I'll just leave it there for a few days.
R&R if you want to find out who the amitriptyline thief is. (And yes, I did have to look back a few chapters just to remember how to spell amitriptyline).
Thanks for reading.
-Yours truly, Randy "Who Took My Amitriptyline?" Taylor
