Her Overdose

Giovanni (5 years ago)

“Breathe, just try to breathe through it.”

Danielle is losing consciousness again as a feeble whisper leaves her lips. “I can’t.”

I don’t think I would be able to hear her if I wasn’t clasping her in my arms as if my life depended on it.

But maybe hers does.

Her breathing slows down, and she is covered in cold sweat.

My panic rises and I shout at Valerio, who is cussing in the driver’s seat, inciting him to drive faster.

His stupid sporty BMW is barely doing the job, but it was still the better choice as my shabby Fiat Panda would have died on the road.

I need a faster car, damn it and damn me for not investing in a proper car just to save some dime.

“Stay with me, Danielle. Don’t fall asleep.” I grab her face, shaking her gently. “Hey, look at me.”

“Fuck, where did she get so much stuff?” Valerio asks, his eyes concentrated on the road as he races along the highway.

“I don’t fucking know,” I growl at him.

I feel sick to my stomach about the fact that s