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She laughs. “No shit.”
“What do I do!?” I blurt.
“Maybe just stay crying on the bathroom floor. That won’t raise any suspicions.”
I start to cry harder.
“Cora, this is serious!! Am I going to OD?!”
They both crack up.
“You can’t overdose onpot, you dork,” she sneers at me.
She and Padma start howling with laughter again as I tense and writhe with fear.
“How could you do this to me?!” I choke. “Why would you poison—?!”
“Oh myGod, chill the fuck out, psycho,” Cora sighs dramatically. “No one fucking poisoned you. You’re not gonna fucking die. But you’re going to besounbelievably fucking stoned, and when Noel—”
The sob wrenches from my throat. Cora rolls her eyes.
“Oh for fuck’s sake.Chill. Look, just go hide in your room. I won’t tell your mum or Noel that you’re higher than Keith Richards.”
I’m panicking, sucking in air. My skin feels tingly. My tongue feels heavy.
“How long will this last?! Will Ialwaysbe like—!?”
They both crack up again.
“Jesus Christ, it’s just fucking pot, you loser,” Cora groans. “Just go put music on or something. Enjoy it, for shit’s sake. Or go to bed and sleep it off. You’ll feel fine when you wake up.”
By the time I’m upstairs and under the covers, I swear I can feel the effects starting to take hold. I feel heavy, but like my head is swimming. My mouth is cottony, and I can’t stop rubbing my fingers over the sheets.
At some point, my mum knock on the bedroom door, calling through it to ask if “my cramps”—probably what Cora told them downstairs—are feeling better. I can barely form words, and just find myself nodding and mumbling something about sleep.
I twist and writhe under those blankets as the full effects of the drugs I ingested sink into me. It’s not fun, and I amnotenjoying this. And I can’t move, let alone put music on. So I just lay there, trying to remind myself over and over that Google says you can’t die from pot, even if it feels like I might.
Finally, though, I fall asleep. But Cora was deadly wrong. I don’t feel fine when I wake up.
When I wake up six hours later, my mother is dead, and I’m on fire.
