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The door cracks open I realize belatedly ht is bluish Cold And then I’ve got it open all the way I can’t sort through bags and boxes fast enough I spot it in the right-hand corner on the top shelf: just this little syringe, o so hot, and my head spins so hard

>I’ve got Fentanyl

Holy shit

I curl es sharpen I can’t gettoo hard

I could run Bolt the door at ht Really take my time with it

Oh shit I’ about it But…I don’t head for the door My whole body breaks out in a cold sweat, and the shaking gets so bad, ulp back air because I don’t knohat to do

It’s Finley’s writing on the label

I can’t take it if it’s hers It’s not hers…but she et clean I can’t steal fro bad If I fuck up, it doesn’t matter I’m already a fuck-up Put it back, it’s Finley’s What would she do if she saw me? If I use, she can’t co Would this be enough to get et fixed and can’t reether?

I hear footsteps My whole body flashes icy cold, then swelters I can’t breathe My pulse throbs in my eyes as a wave of sha but deci me down, like lead

And then she’s here She’s right in front of me, and she’s the same, but I’m not I aht I can’t move or speak or even think as she stops near me

“Declan?”

How long till she sees it? I can’t put it back now She’ll see it She’s gonna know

So ht that Houdini story: I’et out

“Declan?” She steps closer to me I watch as her face morphs in concern She reaches out Her hand brushes my arm

“Darling?” I realize I’ht?”