Drug use (mayo 2009)

He stood on the threshold as if not knowing whether to step out or to go back in and shut the door close on her face. “Why is this the worst hour?” she asked. And he said he didn’t know. “Well” she said, “it’s the worst hour for me. You’re seeing me on the verge of an anxiety attack.” He laughed as she walked towards her car, said goodbye once more and went back in. She had forgotten to tell him! She ran back and knocked on the door. Three seconds later he opened and stared at her in surprise. “I forgot to tell you… I like your song better when you’re playing it live.” He smiled. “You should have told me to play the whole thing.” She said it was still beautiful. They said goodbye again, now for good. Her hands were numb and shaky, so were her legs. She felt the pressure coming from inside her chest… She tried to calm…. With a trembling hand she reached for the car keys, opened the back door and threw everything inside. She searched her pocket for her pills. There they were: two whole pills. She had taken them with her because she knew she would need them, even though she was supposed to take them until before going to bed. She snapped one out of the package and chewed it… It didn’t have any particular taste at first, but then it felt bitter on the back of her tongue. She chewed down the whole thing: four times de dose she had been prescribed. Still, it wasn’t a really high dose, and considering the symptoms…
On the other side of the door, he walked calmly to his bedroom, opened the bed-side table drawer and took out the package of cigarettes he had sworn would be his last. He went outside, past the door that led to the garden, sat down on the topmost stair and lit his cigarette. He hadn’t been able to quit, after all.