Overdose Part 2

Awaking once again--this time hot and sweat soaked rather than the icy emptiness grown accustomed to, she tries to sit up.
She rolls to the right just in time to see them all eyeing her naked bruised bleeding countenance.
Realizing that the sweat was blood...the heat fever and burns...the inability to sit up resulting from the restraints on her wrists and ankles.
Eyelids grown too weak to open, she relies on sound.
The snicker of the visitors as they leave the broken room...
the switch of a blade cutting through the ropes...
a soft sob from the only one who knew her name,
or wanted to give her
anything
at all.
Mickey's green dead eyes--once so filled and caring,
shed three anguished tears as he whispered
to her
paralyzed
ruined
body,

"Cam, today was her birthday-you promised you would see her, it was your day to go outside. I thought coming back in would be a temptation but...you never even left--why didn't you leave? Today was the chance."

As Cammie Wells opened her eyes for the last time,
she knew her daughter's tenth birthday was the day she would always associate with her mother's death.
All because of Friedrich's blue bag of paralysis and the numbing red cloudy one to start.
If she'd only seen it coming...
if she kept on walking to the light in the boards of the window on the door...
She knew she would never see the outside.
She was so sorry her daughter would hear about this at ten years young,
and she was unthinkably overwrought with pain and guilt
pain
and
guilt
pain and fucking guilt.
She just...died...thinking that she would hear it
from her brother
Mickey.