Friday
It was Friday afternoon. I was in my room on my bed drawing trees. Leo had been in the hospital all week. A knock came on my bedroom door.
"Yeah?" I asked, not really wanting to be disturbed.
"Morgan it's me. Ok I come in?" Eric's voice called.
The pencil skimmed across the page.
"Yeah ok," I replied.
The door opened and closed. My brother came in and sat down on the floor opposite my bed.
"How are you?" he asked.
"Um. Fine," I said.
"Morgan I know how hard this is for you."
"No you don't."
"Yeah I do actually."
The room went quiet.
"One of my ex girlfriends, she..."
The silence hung in the air.
"Morgan dinner!" Mom called from downstairs.
"We'll be right down," Eric returned.
"She what?" I asked.
"Overdosed."
Oh. Wow.
"Who?"
"Do you remember Heather?"
"Um, yeah, vaguely."
She was a girl Eric had dated a few years ago. She'd thought our parents were really cool.
"What about her?" I asked.
"She…." he began.
Then I got it. Heather had overdosed ending her life.
"Wow," I said quietly.
"cmon. Let's go to dinner."