She awoke surrounded by strangers hearing the steady beep beep beep unaware of how or why she’s there with glazed eyes and leather tongue she becomes aware of reality. She feels suffocated by something It’s a tube going into her mouth instinctively she reaches for it but her wrist is chained cuffed to the bed like a circus elephant on display. Flashes of the previous night come like waves crashing in on her mind party with friends whisky and SMAK glass pipe with her nick name engraved it was a joke “Junkie” had no meaning. Emotions began to run rampant her fears focused back to her bindings feeling caged without clear direction the rhythmic beep of wired machines their songs increased alerting nurses. light moved side to side and eye to eye “CAN YOU HEAR ME, ARE YOU OKAY?” Echoes in her ears hammering her head “SWEETIE BLINK ONCE FOR YES TWICE FOR NO” She closed her eyes then reopened them. She has so many question but no voice “I AM GOING TO GET THE DOCTOR” Her eyes began to explore the room But distracted by cops in the hall Once again thoughts focused on her cuffs. Straining to hear their quiet whispers only three words were audible “crash, three, dead” they were nonsense and silly then more memories return to her gently at first but soon the calm lifts to the realism of a tsunami driven by clouded judgments gone wrong. She remembers a long yellow line weaving its self through blackened asphalt headlights, screams, impacts and broken glass. Fears and her memories betray her mind lies it didn’t happen that way still the evidence and cuffs are proof. quickly she contrives a defense I’ll tell the judge I plead “RETARDED”.