Another excerpt from "Down We Went." @ellowrites
Not today. Not today, Sadler. Put it down.
I sat down the glass with trembling hands. The water spread into a circle and I watched while it stilled again. The huge bottle of pain pills still had the lid on; I screwed it tighter. I stood there and looked at it, at the ugly orange and sticker with my brother’s name printed on it. The numbness was starting to fade and the pain was creeping back into me. I opened another pill bottle, this one actually mine, and popped one of the anti-depressants.
I stepped back from the kitchen island as that numbness completely drained from me, and I was suddenly the other Sadler, the one most people saw and kind of liked. The pain pills never happened to this Sadler. This one was ready to settle down with a book. I dropped into Dad’s armchair and picked up the book beside me. I didn’t care what it was. I just needed something to read, something to do. It was some library book about wars from history, about tanks, and was just as boring as I thought it would be.