an excerpt from LOVING THE OCEAN WON'T KEEP IT FROM KILLING YOU
Peter was as good as she had hoped. It wasn't like she was in love with him, but he was kind and had nice fingernails and he made her feel safe. She imagined she could love him. She looked like shit when she saw him at the front desk and she smelled like the kind of weird metallic sweat her body only produced under the influence of Adderall. His tie clip lived up to her expectations, and he had reserved her a room in the hotel for the night. In the room, Peter pulled a small, blue plastic cylinder from his pocket and popped off the lid. Peering into it as Peter cut a straw in half, Marina saw a sea foam green powder.
“What is it?”
Peter sniffed an amount through the plastic straw and said, “It’s a mixture of Ativan, Klonopin and Xanax.”
All benzos. Marina took the straw and mimicked what she had just seen Peter do. If there was any time in her life for her to find comfort in drugs that she’d never done, she knew that it was now.
Rachel Bell lives in Chicago, IL. This is her fourth book.