Chapter 60

EMMA

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I will not crack.

I will NOT crack.

I will NOT CRA--

With a whimper, my arm shoots out, knocking items off the cabinet in a desperate rush to grab the pills. I pop one in my mouth, then two, slinking down the stall with the ugly mixture of shame and defeat. 

My fingers thread through my hair, gripping tight, but I feel nothing, the effects of the drug already working. When a sense of calm engulfs me, the usual question floats in. 

Will I stop seeing them now?

A slow breath leaves me and 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