Everything Terrible
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Everything Terrible
Part 1:
“Three platinum records and five Grammy awards, please welcome to the stage, Chiles Flynn!â€
The announcer’s voice boomed over the rows and rows of people who came to see me. Squeezing the microphone in the hand and forcing a fake smile to my red lips, I walked out on stage in wobbly heels. A hot beam of light shone down on my sequinsed dress as the band started to play. Parting my lips, the words spilled out, but they were wrong. I couldn't feel it in my lungs, the deep breath I would take before each new line. Instead it came out in a rush, yet they still cheered, their arms waving over their heads. My hands were sweating around the plastic of the mic. as it all started to blurred. The lights, the fans, the music. My knees wobbled and my heart beat a quick, faltering beat. I felt too hot, and I fanned myself as I sang the chorus, something about a cheating boyfriend. The crowd screame, until it happened.
My knees shook for the last time until they collapsed, my fingers releasing the microphone. I lay there on stage, the lights dimming, a black curtain sweeping in frnt of a now dead silent crowd.
I closed my eyes as blackness closed in, and I was at peace for the first time in a long time.
Beep, beep......beep, beep.....beep,beep...
"Blood-alcohol level of point-three-one. Do you know how much that is, Mister Daniels"
I heard my manager's voice, taught and tired, responding to the soft yet firm whisper of the nurse.
"No," he choked. I could guess Jess was crying. Jess Daniels, the one who had pushed me this far and to this point. I exhaled deeply, making the heart rate slow a bit more.
"That means she her blood is thirty-one percent alcohol right now. Her liver is close to shutting down, being she's only 17."
The nurse was silent as papers rustled. i could guess she was looking at a stereotype-clip-board all nurses carried. I peeked through one eye. I was right. Then I glanced over at Jess, sitting by a big bay window over looking the bay down below, head in his heands.
I wondered what hospital they took me to when the nurse spoke again.
"We also found something else," said Nurse Petrowski (I had read her name tag), "When we were doing a check-up after we got her....stabilized....we found this..."
I could hear the squeak of shoes as they crossed linoleum and i opened my eyes as she handed Jess a black and white picture.
I inhaled sharply, making my heart-rate jump.
Nurse P. quickly squeaked ove to check my vitals, then went back to Jess, but at that time, I was in my own little world.
Mom had shown me that picture, the one of a new brother into our family, since I wouldn't be there when he was born. I was going on tour.
But it was an ultra-sound picture of my new brother, Lincoln. I thought it was a dumb name, but not as dumb as mine: Chiles.
Chi-uls. Shy-uls, Mi-uls. Blah. I squeezed my eyes closed, trying to block out the memory that was coming back to me;
A bar, a club, a cab, an apartment, a dress on the floor, a belt on the floor, a bed, an unused condom.
All floated in my head, as though trying to pick away at my ears with the pain they brought.
A tear rolled down my cheek as Nurse Petrowski told all this un-told story to Jess.
"Daniels, she was pregnant. We know from recent medical records that she has had a case of alcoholism in her teen years. Apparently, it rebounded when she was three months pregnant. She's lost the baby because if this over-dose."
Silence all around, but I spoke, just two words that made Jess start crying and Nurse Petrowski leave the room to give us some time, I'm guessing.
"I'm sorry."
Then I slipped into another black, hopefully endless, sleep.
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