Her life’s work was to help to help others, when in reality she was the only one who needed help.

Her sister scowled, finding yet another bottle. Picking the small thing up, she rattled it. There were some pills still in it. Well, that would be a few less pills that she wouldn’t be downing.

She was sleeping across the room, not disturbed by her sister plodding through her things. Maybe because it wasn’t the first time. Maybe because she was used to her sister cleaning up after her.

Even when her sister’s phone went off, she didn’t do much more than pull her pillow over her head. Her sister picked it up. “Yes?”

“Where are you?”

“Nice to hear from you too. Do you know she’s found more Xanax?”

“…damn it.”

“Will you figure out from where already?”

“Okay, okay! I’m on it. You get her clean.”

“Of course.”

They hung up at the same time. The bottle creaked in her closed fist.