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by Melody Dodds

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  JOHNNIE

  comes to get me.

  In his

  dead brother’s

  car.

  (Why does this

  just hit me

  now?)

  You’re a mess,

  he says.

  Help me!

  Well…

  you’re going

  to see your Gramma,

  right?

  To get more pills?

  I CAN’T GO LIKE THIS!

  HELP ME!

  RELAX!

  I just want to make sure

  because

  I’ve only got

  a few left.

  Everyone is dry

  right now.

  That’s how come

  I sold all yours

  so fast.

  ALL!?

  HOW COULD YOU SELL ALL

  IF YOU—

  CALM DOWN.

  How many do you need?

  I mean

  really

  need.

  To take the edge off?

  I dunno, like four?

  He gives me

  four

  little pills.

  As soon as

  I

  *see*

  them,

  I

  feel

  better.

  BETTER

  I try to grind

  two of

  them up

  but I’m shaking

  too much.

  Johnnie

  has to

  do it

  for me.

  I’m quitting after this,

  I tell him.

  Okay, he says.

  Here.

  I snort them.

  It’s like

  coming back

  from

  being dead.

  No pain,

  no sniffles.

  Give me the other two!

  Why don’t we wait?

  I don’t have many left.

  That should get you

  to your Gramma’s.

  I have to spend,

  like,

  some time

  there.

  How much time?

  You said she’s sick.

  I at least

  have to make her

  some soup!

  We stop

  at Hannaford

  and I buy

  some

  canned soup.

  I also get

  some cold medicine,

  and these

  chewy caramel candies

  that she likes.

  But when we get there,

  Gramma

  won’t let me in.

  DEAD

  I mean,

  she answers

  the door.

  But she says,

  No, don’t make a fuss.

  Is that your little friend there in the car?

  Don’t make him wait.

  I can put soup

  on the stove

  for myself.

  Thank you

  so much

  for thinking of me,

  sweetie!

  I feel like scum.

  I give her a hug,

  looking around

  the living room

  as I do.

  I ask her,

  (try to make it

  sound like a joke),

  Got any more drugs

  you need me to get rid of

  for you?

  Oh,

  I’ve been meaning

  to tell you!

  I’m so glad

  you took those away.

  It made me really

  gather up my courage

  and tell my doctor that

  I needed

  something different.

  OH

  And you know what?

  NO

  He gave me

  something different!

  OH

  Something

  just

  for arthritis.

  Humira.

  It’s

  not

  even

  a pain pill.

  GOD

  It’s some kind of

  “blocking something.”

  I don’t know

  exactly.

  But it works

  much better—

  it actually

  does something.

  I’M

  And

  it’s

  not

  addictive.

  DEAD

  BETTER OFF DEAD

  Johnnie punches

  the steering wheel

  about

  a hundred

  times.

  crashing

  His hands go to his neck,

  his arms,

  itching

  his chest,

  his face.

  scratching

  He punches

  the driver’s window

  and the radio

  and the rearview.

  glass shards

  He tells me,

  All

  I

  can

  get

  now

  is

  heroin.

  needle pricks

  He takes me

  by both shoulders

  every muscle aching

  and he shakes me

  and yells

  right in my face:

  Why’d you lie

  to me?

  And he shakes

  me some more

  and my head

  smacks

  the passenger

  window.

  head feels like it’s breaking

  Again

  and

  again

  until I haul off

  and punch him in the face.

  I

  punch

  my

  boyfriend

  in

  the

  face.

  splitting right in two

  And I tell him:

  Touch me again,

  see what happens!

  nothing to do

  except get out of the car.

  STUMBLING HOME

  Shaking.

  Sniffling.

  Aching.

  Crying.

  Dying.

  Missing Leo.

  Want to blame him,

  blame anyone!

  Leo!

  LEO

  Oxys!

  Under his

  mattress.

  Are they

  worth the risk

  even though

  I know

  they’re street drugs

  and dangerous…?

  I stand

  tiptoed

  on the trash can,

  shimmy in

  to a nightmare.

  MIA

  Young girl,

  14,

  passed out,

  not a dream.

  Leo’s bed.

  Is she

  dead?

  Scream

  ScReAm!

  SCREAM!!!

  NO, MIA

  Just sleeping.

  Now

  awake.

  Startled

  but not

  crying or

  shaking.

  I take a close look at her.

  She doesn’t

  look stoned.

  But

  in her hand

  is a round,

  brown

  bottle.

  And my moment

  of

  worry

  sorrow

  guilt

  gone.

  THOSE ARE MINE!

  They’re Leo’s.

  WHO DO YOU THINK YOU ARE?!

  Well, they were Leo’s.

  They’re mine now.

  I fly

  at her,

  throw her

  on the ground,r />
  pry the bottle

  from her hand.

  ARE YOU INSANE!!!

  ARE YOU STUPID?

  I WILL KILL YOU!

  DO YOU UNDERSTAND?!

  I

  WILL

  MURDER

  FOR

  THIS

  DRUG!

  I struggle the bottle open.

  There are

  only

  two.

  Were there

  more

  before?

  I need to wait.

  Until I

  can’t wait

  one

  second

  longer.

  I look

  at Mia

  once more.

  What

  are you doing here?

  I just

  wanted

  to try it.

  She’s

  so

  calm.

  I lunge

  at her

  again,

  grab

  her by the

  shoulders

  and shake her

  the way

  Johnnie

  shook me.

  I just spent

  literally

  my whole day

  trying

  to find Oxy!

  I tried

  to steal

  from my stepfather.

  I blew off

  and lied to

  my best friend.

  I was ready

  to break into

  my grandmother’s

  house!

  I

  punched

  my

  boyfriend

  in

  the

  face.

  I’m a

  stinking

  sweating

  sniffling

  shivering

  MESS.

  Tomorrow?

  Will be

  the same

  all over

  again.

  I glare

  into

  Mia’s

  dull eyes.

  She grins

  stupidly.

  Says to me,

  You

  made

  it seem

  so

  cool.

  I say

  to her

  the most honest thing

  I’ve said

  to anyone

  since I started

  Oxy:

  You picked a bad hero.

  MY SCREAM

  was a siren.

  First responder

  is Rupert.

  SPEAK TO ME

  An accident,

  but no ambulance.

  Rupert knows

  who to call.

  Calls who needs to know.

  Mia is waiting.

  I’m pacing—

  itchy, angry,

  heart racing.

  Mia’s relaxed.

  Me, I’m like a cat

  on a hot tin roof.

  Like a

  hacker

  who’s been caught

  and can’t run

  any faster.

  Finally,

  I drop

  next to Mia

  and just plain

  ask her

  to please explain

  why

  my

  sister

  hates me

  soooo

  much.

  And

  to my surprise

  she does.

  ALL THAT

  I’ve been

  sad about,

  Isabella

  has been

  sad about, too.

  Isabella talked

  to Mia.

  I kept silent,

  tried to hide it…

  Everyone is gone.

  Mom

  Rupert

  Leo…

  But where

  on my list

  I have

  Mrs. Schiller—

  who read to us,

  talked to us,

  took us seriously,

  protected me,

  counseled me,

  then disappeared—

  Isabella is angry

  with me.

  THE WORST PART

  The part that

  *stings*

  most of all

  is when Mia says,

  through

  half-closed eyes,

  I think

  Isabella started to hate you

  when you stopped reading to her.

  This makes me feel

  like the biggest

  failure

  ever.

  Well.

  That is,

  until…

  WITHDRAWAL

  Bone crushing.

  Just

  Muscle tearing.

  one

  Teeth grinding.

  pill

  PLEASE!!!

  Like

  the worst

  flu

  I’ve ever had

  in my life,

  times 1,000.

  I want to die.

  COLD TURKEY

  is what Rupert

  calls it.

  diarrhea

  vomit

  sweat

  Imodium

  Dramamine

  Tagamet

  He’s helping me

  get clean.

  headache

  runny nose

  body ache

  body shakes

  ibuprofen

  Benadryl

  valerian root

  NyQuil

  Just like

  THIRSTY!

  Gatorade

  THIRSTY!

  grapefruit juice

  THIRSTY!

  lemonade

  THIRSTY!

  broth and soup

  he had to.

  DAY FOUR

  I

  kinda, sorta

  want to eat

  something.

  Rupert

  makes me

  peanut butter

  on white bread.

  He cuts it

  into

  nine pieces.

  I take

  three hours

  to eat it.

  I don’t throw it up.

  COOL RUPERT

  tells me

  to move to the couch

  while he puts my sheets and blankets

  in the coin laundry

  in the basement.

  When he comes back up

  he sits next to me

  and says,

  Listen:

  Not everything

  will be perfect

  just because

  you stopped using,

  You need to be strong

  enough to deal.

  And then,

  you need to be

  even stronger.

  Because

  you’re

  an addict,

  Charlotte.

  Not using

  is not the same

  as not being

  an addict.

  People will always

  disappoint

  you and

  be difficult.

  Your mom and I

  will sometimes disappoint you

  and be difficult.

  Because

  we want what’s best for you.

  And we do know best,

  even if you think we don’t.

  And your mom

  will sometimes disappoint you

  in order to

  put food on the table

  and keep the lights on.

  Sometimes,

  that’s what love

  looks like,

  kiddo.

  DAY FIVE

  Isabella

  comes creeping in…

  she has been staying

  in Leo’s room.

  I’ve heard t
hem playing—

  her and Mia—

  board games and music

  and talking.

  Thinking, I don’t know,

  that I can’t hear.

  She must think

  I’m asleep

  because

  she pulls a chair up

  next to my bed.

  So I pretend.

  I lie still, breath slow

  to see

  what it is she wants.

  What it is she’ll do.

  What she does is:

  read

  to me.

  DAY SEVEN

  Alexis!

  I’m embarrassed.

  Thank God

  I’m not asleep.

  I don’t stink.

  I’m not puking.

  She looks like

  I broke

  her heart.

  Seeing it

  just about

  breaks mine.

  She says:

  I don’t know everything.

  I just know you took a

  wrong

  turn.

  But now you

  re-routed.

  You’re back

  on the map.

  She gives me

  a big bear hug.

  Welcome back.

  CARD

  Alexis tells me

  she’s got

  a card

  for me.

  Mizz Jordan

  gave them

  to everyone

  in the class.

  Only they’re not from

  Mizz Jordan.

  They’re from

  Mrs. Schiller.

  She mailed them

  all in one big envelope

  addressed

  to the school.

  She gave us each

  the title

  of a book to read,

  Alexis tells me.

  And her email!

  She says she wants reports.

  We laugh.

  Which feels good,

  feels great!

  She moved to North Carolina,

  Alexis says.

  Her mother

  had a hip replacement.

  Mrs. Schiller

  went down

  to help her out,

  and ended up

  getting a job

  just before

  school started.

  I wonder why

  no one told us.

  Why we had to

  make up fiction

  to fill the space

  she left.

  After Alexis leaves

  I open

  Mrs. Schiller’s card.

  But her card to me

  doesn’t have

  the title

  of a book to read.

  It has

  a whole list of them.

  COLD MOM

  You’re grounded, she tells me.

  Until further notice.

  Alexis can visit

  but no one else.

  You can go to Gramma’s

  but nowhere else.

  I wanted to take

 

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