Chapter 17: Pills No Thrills
Rather than being at home. Emily was currently in a store. That was completely normal, people went to stores. And once in those stores, they bought stuff and took that stuff home with them.
Emily just happened to be in a store that sold drugs, she was going to buy some very legal over the counter drugs and be done with it. But instead of just heading to the cashier, and stating her business, she looked around, not really seeing anything. She let four people pass in front of her in line, until she finally decided to just go ahead and do it.
She mumbled out the name of the sleeping pills that she wanted, and the girl behind the counter- bless her- did not have to be told twice. It was a very quick exchange, with no delays whatsoever and in just under two minutes, Emily had an orange bottle full of tiny white pills.
She slipped it into her handbag, feeling like she had just taken part in an illegal drug deal, rather than a perfectly legal purchase.
With the pill bottle in her bag, Emily felt as though she were carrying a giant boulder. It weighed down on her, and by the time she made it home, she barely resisted the urge to just throw the entire bag across the room.
It was a good thing that she did though, because seconds later, her mom walked into the living room. She had on her fluffiest robe, a chemical green face mask and was eating a banana, both cheeks full and puffy. She looked like a disgruntled chipmunk and Emily instantly forgot about her own stress as she burst out laughing.
"Hey, sweetheart," Her mom greeted, unfazed.
"Go take a quick shower, and come join me, we can do each other's nails too," It was not how Emily had planned to spend her evening but it totally beat, sitting in her room stressed about her pills.
Half an hour later, she sat on a pillow on the floor, carefully painting her mother's nails a pale blue, as the older woman talked about her day.