Elizabeth had broken into the drug room.
The authorities were hazy about how she’d
gained access to this high-security area.
Elizabeth had taken a massive overdose of
unknown drugs. It had been a killing cocktail.
The sad girl was found later in a pool of vomit.
It was too late. This was a grubby ending. Dan
had been called in to identify the body. He’d
been told that a thorough investigation would
be conducted. I doubted this. The asylum was
a slovenly place. The medical staff just didn’t
care. They couldn’t give a rats if an incon-
sequential teenage girl died. It was a heart-
breaking, tragic waste. Hurried funeral
arrangements were made. I was to be a
principal mourner.

Author: Robert James Berry

Poet & Novelist