Chapter Thirteen
A month later, I was in Orlando, just kicking back on a Saturday night. Things were going well for me. I felt good. The phone rang and when I answered it, Brian was on the other line.
"Hey girl, what you doing?" he said.
"Just sittin' here staring at the walls," I joked.
"Well, come party with us. We're all goin' out clubbing."
"Will you let me get dressed first?"
"Sure thing. We'll be there in ten."
"Make it twenty and you have a deal."
"Okay, twenty. See you soon."
"Bye." I hung up the phone and headed into my bedroom to get dressed. Twenty minutes later, there was a knock at my door. Five minutes after that I was ready to go. I made sure I had my morphine with me, just in case.
We headed out to some local dance clubs to have a good time. It was loads of fun. At around one in the morning, I started to grow weary and I was hurting all over. I knew it couldn't be good because I had just taken some morphine two hours beforehand. I was beginning to wonder what was wrong. I headed to a table and sat down. I didn't want to go into the bathroom because it would look like I was doing something illegal. Very casually, I lifted my top and injected myself with the morphine. I waited a few minutes and when the pain was still there, I went for another dose. Another few minutes passed and there was still a whole lot of pain. Normally, it didn't take more than a few minutes for the morphine to start working. I decided to try one more dose. As soon as I gave myself that third shot, I knew it wasn't good. I started to feel really lightheaded. I felt like I was going to faint. Maybe if I just lay my head down on the table for a minute, I thought to myself.