Chapter 68

• I don't know how long I stay there, back against the cold tiles, staring at the pills scattered around the floor. I should pack.
• Just as I decide that, a knock on my door sounds. When I don't answer, it grows insistent, then frantic. The door is pushed open and the clacking of heels is heard rushing in. The pointy soles of my mum's Louboutins fall into my line of vision. My eyes climb up her stick-thin legs to her face. I see the stark terror in her eyes before she can hide it.
• She thought I'd been about to OD again.