Molly didn’t much care for ink or piercings, but she did have one tattoo. A small one, and it was almost never visible. It was on her back, just a few inches below her neck. A tiny keyhole, no embellishments, no nothing.
As I sat in the hospital room, Tara was lying in the bed, tubes in her arm and my heart was breaking. The strongest person I knew gave up on herself and I could only wonder what I could have done better.
We are from the same place, but we’re both gone from there now. The place defined by it’s proximity to better places, a nameless suburb shoved between the wealthy ones on the lake and the skyline that gives it value.
Growing up, it hung as a shadow over my head. Mostly because my parents were always afraid that it was going to happen to me, or my little brother, Max. Of course, with my morose disposition and general introversion, I suppose I was the greater concern.
I had spent my whole life looking for answers. If I could only find the right answer, maybe I would be happy. Maybe my life would work.
Let’s find out.
I always wondered when it was the right time, if there was ever a right time
I would look at the counter, the bottles strewn across the shelves, of every variety
wondering what the correct combination was
If you are craving something different in your life, then YOU need to make it happen. Change is extremely difficult, but it can also be life-changing (literally).
I was careful at first. I said Mama had rules. There weren’t a lot of rules but they were important to follow because Mama knew best about these sorts of things. I told her Mama is good but Mama can be hard.
I didn’t believe in love potions or hexes or black magic, but I did believe in psychic predictions.