I didn't steal it. In the words of my second grade math teacher, I just borrowed it without returning.
I didn't know the right dose, didn't know anything. Mona hissed and clawed at me like a cat. She didn't wanna go back no more to being a volunteer. I had to tie her down and gave her half a dose, or what I thought was half a dose, crossing my fingers. She screamed when it began to kick in, so I had to gag her in case the neighbors would hear. I watched as her fingers twitched and began to turn purple and blue, and then she stopped twitching and got real quiet, jerking occasionally. I held her all night, pressing her down, talking to her. I made stupid promises. Lots of stupid promises.