[somehow, she manages to look back up at him. Because here's where their stories line up again. Him as a prisoner, her as...well... a recovering junkie]
I didn't trust Angel at first, but I didn't really have any other options and she found me a place to stay. And then she had to stick out the withdrawl.
It...wasn't pretty. [quite the understatement] I couldn't eat and keep anything down. I didn't want to get up or get dressed or stay clean. And my moods were everywhere. I was angry and depressed and apathetic and violent...
[.....] I hit her. The Angel of Grasso Street and I gave her a black eye. I thought for sure she'd give up on me. I mean...what kind of ungrateful kid does that to the person who's literally picking them up of the ground, you know?
[there's a small smile finally. Not at her own actions, but because she can at least look back on this and see herself as something separate. An angry child that was not the woman she'd become]
I didn't realize a lot of them do. Lash out. A final defense, really, because you already know you can't trust anyone. Except she stuck it out and so did I and, somehow, I finished up school. And I got a job and I started college. Things that should never, ever have been possible.
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[somehow, she manages to look back up at him. Because here's where their stories line up again. Him as a prisoner, her as...well... a recovering junkie]
I didn't trust Angel at first, but I didn't really have any other options and she found me a place to stay. And then she had to stick out the withdrawl.
It...wasn't pretty. [quite the understatement] I couldn't eat and keep anything down. I didn't want to get up or get dressed or stay clean. And my moods were everywhere. I was angry and depressed and apathetic and violent...
[.....] I hit her. The Angel of Grasso Street and I gave her a black eye. I thought for sure she'd give up on me. I mean...what kind of ungrateful kid does that to the person who's literally picking them up of the ground, you know?
[there's a small smile finally. Not at her own actions, but because she can at least look back on this and see herself as something separate. An angry child that was not the woman she'd become]
I didn't realize a lot of them do. Lash out. A final defense, really, because you already know you can't trust anyone. Except she stuck it out and so did I and, somehow, I finished up school. And I got a job and I started college. Things that should never, ever have been possible.