CHAPTER 12
December 2018
White light. Scratchy linens against the backs of my legs. The unmistakable scent of disinfectant filling my nose and mouth. No, something else in my mouth. Rubber. A steady beeping filled my ears. My throat burned. My stomach felt like a thousand elephants tap-danced on it.
Hospital.
Why? How?
The previous days came rushing back. The s*x, the drugs, the drinking. Jay, visiting me at the hotel. Washing painkillers down with alcohol. What happened? I couldn’t even kill myself properly. This misery would never end. A moan escaped me, muffled by whatever they’d put in my mouth and throat.
Movement in the doorway caught my eye. A flash of white fabric, then a nurse stood in the doorway.
“Oh, you poor thing.”
I went to wipe my eyes, but something pulled my hand
