Jeyes Fluid (part three)

     We were standing in the hall.     "I've stopped caring about you," said mum, before absenting herself.     "If you really wanted to commit suicide, you'd do it properly and drink some Jeyes Fluid," instructed dad. Scathingly.      I went to bed. It was late and I was tired. I hadn't slept properly for two days.      The following … Continue reading Jeyes Fluid (part three)