Dimensions
161 x 241 x 32mm
A drink makes me feel better. For a bit. And then I feel worse, and the pain inside comes back. Worse than ever. My name is Hannah. This is their story . . . My name is Kate. I am Hannah's mum If nothing matters more to a parent than their children's health and happiness, how are you supposed to feel, and what are you supposed to do, when they're sick and unhappy? My name is Chrissie, I was Hannah's babysitter and part-time child-minder I've really thought about Hannah a lot, tried hard to think of anything that could have foretold what would happen to her. My name is Sophie, I was Hannah's best friend at school One of the things I loved about her was that she was so rational, so calm. But sometimes, when her eyes were half closed, odd noises coming from her neck as she choked back whatever liquids were pushing up from below, it was like watching a dream dying in a sea of drink. My name is Vicki. I am Hannah's little sister Why does she drink so much, when it is making her so ill, doing so much damage to her life? I don't get it. 'To be or not to be,' that's the most fundamental choice of all, and the one I have to make now. Only I can make it, I have learned that much, and I know what it is . . .
