I wake up in a hospital bed. I don’t remember much, but I know why I’m here.
In front of me are the faces of Joey and Cyan.
Joey is asleep, which leaves me with Cyan.
“You’re awake,” she says when I open my eyes. She doesn’t exactly sound relieved, but she doesn’t really sound disappointed, either, which is sort of nice.
“Is my mom here?” I ask, glancing around. I hope she isn’t. I would probably lose a lot of my freedom if she knew what my life was really like.
“She left,” Cyan replies. “She was pissed, you know, when we thought it was just an overdose. But then we found out… I mean, you know, right?”
So they drug tested me. Rohypnol, I assume. He’s used it before. “Yeah. I know.”
“Matt brought you here,” she says, probably determined not to linger on the uncomfortable topic. “He s
