Chapter VII: Somewhere in The Corner I couldn’t watch him come back to life. I stared up, hoping to see Mother Mary; I wanted her to tell me the meth and the misery were gone forever. I wanted her to tell me to stop thinking about suicide, to stop worrying about his lost soul. I […]

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Chapter VI: The Last Xanax I scratched for the last two Xanax in the bottom of my purse as the doctor opened the sliding glass door. “I think we are going to try waking him up today,” she began. She smiled, per The Hippocratic Oath, and rubbed her hands with sanitizer. She stared at his […]

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