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help myself, I bring the piece of paper up to my
face and smell it. If only I were normal, but I’m not. Tom reminds me of
that by trying to snatch the note from me over my shoulder. I keep it out of
his reach and pocket it. Then I pick up the pill bottle and twist the cap off.
Tom inhales sharply through his teeth as if the motion physically hurts him. As
I’m filling a glass with water, Tom tries to sway my resolve.
    “If you take that pill, I won’t tell you what happened the
night of D’Salvatore’s murder!” He tries to knock the pill from my hand, but I
manage to get it into my mouth and swallow the water. It’s going to take
another half an hour for the medication to work, but eventually Tom will be
nothing but a whisper. He never really goes away, but he can be gagged for the
time being with medication.
    “D’Salvatore is dead. Nothing you tell me is going to change
that.” This time I throw my head back and laugh at Tom’s enraged expression.
    “Not even if I told you that maybe you’re the one who did
it?” My skin grows cold all over as I immediately clamp my mouth shut and stop
laughing. It is a possibility that I forgot to take my medication and something
awful happened with D’Salvatore. But if that were the case, wouldn’t Tom be
badgering me about it now? Wait, isn’t that what he’s doing?
    “Am I?” I ask him, and he shrugs one shoulder with
insolence. I screw my face up into a silent snarl, but that never fazes Tom.
    “I can help you figure that out. You need me Jonah!
It’s always been you and me. We’re the only friends either one of us has.” I
pinch the bridge of my nose as Tom sits down on the kitchen table. One foot is
dangling as the other rests on one of the chairs.
    “You’re not my friend !” My deep, growling voice
sounds foreign to me. I glance at the pill bottle and wonder if I should be
taking more than one. Maybe if I just took one more…
    “Whether I’m your friend or not, I can help you!” He’s
starting to shimmer and fade from my vision, and I’m beginning to feel foggy
again. But this is a different haze. It’s the haze of the medication starting
to take over, and Tom is starting to disappear. His emotions will still be
there for me to tap into, but I won’t be able to see him. And he’ll only grace
me with his ugly voice when I’m highly stressed.
    When she’s finally gone, I put my back to the counter in the
kitchenette area and slide down to the floor. The medication makes Tom
disappear, but the side effects are not always pleasant. Right now I’m feeling
groggy, and very agreeable. If someone told me to jump off a bridge, I might
not hesitate. That happens if I’ve been off the medication for a long time,
which means that I probably didn’t take this for a few weeks, and that’s why I
ended up in someone’s front yard nude. I had a breakdown.
    A clock on the wall ticks the minutes by as I try to get the
dizziness to subside. When it’s finally manageable about half an hour later,
it’s half past seven at night. I pinch the bridge of my nose to get the
dizziness to stay at bay as I try to stand. My back scrapes against the wood of
the cabinets, but I manage to get to a standing position.
    Anastasia deserves an explanation. And now that I’ve had the
medication I can remember some of the events that led up to her father’s death.
Unfortunately, I can’t remember who did it, or whether or not I’m not a
suspect. Shoving down that thought, I go to the bathroom to clean up the glass.
My brow furrows when I stare at the new mirror hanging on the wall, and the
broken glass in the trash can.
    I’ll have to tell her thanks, and does this mean I can
stay?
    The sun is still high in the sky as I exit the cabin. I put
my hands up and squint in the bright light, a side effect of the medication. I
stumble along the narrow path that leads down to the house. By the time I get
there, the sun is almost set, and my feet are sore. I look down and curse.