The darkness wasn't absolute; it was a thick, viscous soup that I kept drowning in and surfacing from. During one of those brief, jagged moments of semi-consciousness, I felt the heavy weight of Jason’s body hovering over me. The room was dim, the only light coming from the moon slicing through the open window he’d left as a silent invitation to die.
My jaw felt unhinged, aching from the force of his grip. I tried to groan, to turn my face into the pillow, but his hand was a vise.
"Open," he whispered, his voice a low, vibrating command that seemed to echo inside my skull.
I felt the dry, chalky slide of one pill. Then another. Then a third. My throat convulsed instinctively, a pathetic, weak swallow that sealed my fate. Three, my mind sluggishly counted. That’s too many. The thought fl
