ABSTRACT
RACHEL: 15 YEARS OLD Rachel presses her face against the rain-splattered window. Outside, it’s already dark. A wind has got up, harrying the last of the autumn leaves. The trees are bare. Skeletal. ‘Your mother’s here.’ Rachel says nothing. ‘You can go home now, Rachel. It’s time.’ She turns at last. The nurse rattles the screen back, forcing a full view of the stripped-down bed across the room. ‘Your prescription.’ Rachel ignores the over-filled paper bag. She nods at the naked mattress.
