"I'm sorry, but he'll be hanging on to one." Those words keep ringing in my head as I stroll down the street. Hanging on to one, isn't that as good as death? Why are you doing this to me? Why did you have to take drugs? Not just any drugs, but h****n. What were you thinking? I shouldn't be blaming him. Those empty brains are the ones to be blamed. If their moms took h****n each time life frustrated them, would they be here to administer doses to someone else? I suddenly notice I'm going too far from the hospital. I think of turning back but decide against it. Being there would constantly remind me that I'm the reason Dean's in that condition. I hail a cab and head home. My throat feels so dry. I open the fridge to get a bottle of water, but my eyes land on the strawberry juice. A wide smil
