TWENTY-FOUR
Voices talked without cease, waking me up when all I wanted to do was sleep.
Go away. I didn't open my mouth to say it, nor open my eyes to see who it was.
"I just found him asleep." Chris hiccupped, or perhaps it was a dry sob. She sure didn't sound happy. "Then I saw the empty box of sleeping pills next to his bed. I don't know how many he took, but it was a new box last week..." She sounded like she was crying.
"Has he been down or depressed lately?" asked a female voice I didn't know.
"A little, for quite a while. I know he's had trouble sleeping since our sister died..." Chris sniffled.
If you'd seen what they did to her, you'd have nightmares too. What they did to Alanna. What they did to Caitlin...
I drifted back into dreams, none of them pleasant.
