My schizophrenic mother spun tales out of her hallucinations as if they were bedtime stories.
The machine monitoring my fathers cracked heart beeped in the corner of his hospital room like a misguided melody.
My friend broke her teeth on vodka bottles and breathed marijuana.
My classmate’s mother called and cried that her daughter swallowed forty pills for a midnight snack.
Then I cried into the night and it hushed the wails with a soft, clean pillow.
No one listened.