JUNKIE II. Shawnda Christiansen
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to be in control.
I needed power.
I needed to end it all. A baby cooed.
“You gonna take care of that, son?” said my dad, sitting next to me in the meadow.
“I can’t,” I said.
“Why not?” he said.
“You never taught me how to swim,” I said. “You seem to be doing all right to me,” he said.
A door opened, sending rays of the sun into my face, then overshad- owed by red, a blinding red, as if a super red comet had just come and placed a filter over the ozone layer.
I was standing over an empty crib.
I shrugged my shoulders, and walked back to my recliner. I picked up my gun.
I put the barrel up against my temple and pulled the trigger.
“My favorite gun is the revolver; can I shoot the revolver today, Dad?” I said.
“I don’t know, Danny; that’s a man’s gun,” he said. “Come on.” I pouted at him with my eyes.
“First you gotta WAKE UP!” He turned and slapped me so hard I fell down and woke up.
“Damn,” I said to myself as I rubbed my face. That recurring nightmare had bitch-slapped me again. There was no baby anymore. There was no anything anymore. My life was just a big pile of dust.
I had failed.
I failed to give Emily the world.
I failed to protect Penelope, the one thing that mattered most to both of us.
I was a failure as a Sheriff. I was a failure to the world.
I was the stinking pile of shit junkie that I had despised for so long. There was only one thing left to do now, the one thing I knew I was still good at.
It was time to end it all.
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