August 18, 2003
When she was wheeled into the emergency room, no one assumed hers was a special case. Just another teenage junkie who went a little too far, shot some shit that was a little too pure. At first, no one saw how the inside of her mouth was a mass of scar tissue from constant, nervous chewing on the soft flesh. Lying on the gurney the way she was, it wasn’t evident that her posture was flawless, the product of tireless reinforcement by a mother, who would settle for nothing less than perfection. No one considered the release she now felt.