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Peyton Edwards
ENGL 1010
Silver Swallow
It was the second to last Tuesday of my senior year of high school. Warm sunlight slipped
through the windows of my bedroom. Waking from a den of blankets and pillows, a head of
strawberry blonde hair emerged. Lazily pulling off the many cozy layers, I got out of bed.
Wandering across the room, I visited the coffee-colored desk that held my phone and an
assortment of old papers. Picking up the mix of metal and glass, I peered down at the time. It was
Rushing from my room I had hopes of a decent breakfast before school. In soft winter
pajamas, I flew down the stairs. The house was quiet as usual but coming down the stairs I
noticed my mother sitting at the counter. Her back was facing the stairs and her shoulders were
slumped. The woman before me was unrecognizable from the strong rock that I knew as my
mother. At the third to last step the stairs creaked. This small noise caused my mother to turn
abruptly around. Her eyes were red and puffy with tear stains reddening her cheeks. Sorrowful
was the expression painted on my mother’s face. I wasn’t sure how to react; confusion and
My heart stopped beating when the words left her lips. Breakfast and plans for the day
were forgotten. The statement, “Heidi had an overdose last night,” sunk in. Shock and sorrow
ripped through my chest causing hot tears to roll in waves over my cheeks. My mother
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desperately enveloped me in a hug. We both just stood there crying not knowing what to do.
After she released me I instinctively wandered over to my favorite barstool at the counter. It was
the only stool that wasn’t broken in some way. Not knowing what to say I sat as my mother
After an eternity of five minutes, a subconscious alarm went off in my head. It was finals
week, and I had a presentation to give in a few minutes and another requirement to do after that.
Weakly rising, I told my mother what she had forgotten. Horror overshadowed her sorrowful
expression as she frantically exclaimed, “No! You can’t go. I thought you had finished all the
As I pivoted around to the fridge more tears fell. My voice trembled, “These are the last
two finals of my senior year. I will go, then come home and be done”. Disbelief caused my
mother to fall silent. We both knew I would not be able to hold myself together but still my last
statement hung in the air, unchallenged. My whole body quaked as I tried to hurry; I grabbed a
Reaching the Herriman High School student parking I put my white Land Rover in park.
Staring at myself in the rearview mirror, I put my best brave face on and had a mental pep talk.
With puffy eyes and red blotches on my cheeks, I trekked to the attendance office located on the
opposite end of the building from where I parked. The vacant halls were the opposite of my
mind, overcrowded with thoughts of what I had learned and of what was to come.
Walking through the attendance office door was the easy part. There were three women at
the front desk; all were occupied and did not pay heed to the girl entering their workplace. The
middle woman that I had talked to before waved me over while putting away her previous work.
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I walked up to her area of the desk and waited to be checked in. She glanced up at me with a soft
smile that quickly transformed into a look of concern. “Is everything okay?” she asked. Those
words wrapped a noose around my neck and I was left unable to speak. My reply was a half
hearted nod that involved no eye contact. Not believing my answer the tall blonde office worker
stood up and addressed me once more. “Do you want to talk about it?” I made eye contact, in
that moment all bets were off. Seeing my heavy tears the gentle woman walked briskly around
her desk. Once she met me where I stood she guided me over to the darkened sick room that was
to my right. She had me sit on the bed closest to the door. There were no sheets and it was a pale
blue fabric that felt like smooth leather. There were two other beds in the room with a fridge and
bathroom by the farthest bed. She asked me if I would be willing to share with her what was
troubling me. Through violent sobs I tried to explain that my aunt had commited suicide by
opiod overdose the previous night. I am not sure how much she understood but her patient eyes
just watched me as she listened. Once I finished she asked me why I had come. Still sobbing I
explained how important the last two tasks were to my grades. I insisted that I had to get those
done and that I would not leave until they were taken care of. With understanding in her voice,
she offered to let me collect my thoughts for as long as I wished and she insisted on writing a
note to my teachers. I just nodded and leaned up against the wall letting it support me where I
was.
The next several minutes consisted of me attempting to control my thoughts and feelings.
I knew I wasn’t going to be able to prevent myself from any further breakdowns but I was so
close to graduation that I didn’t want to give up just yet. Confusion and what ifs circled in my
mind. I had seen Heidi only a couple weeks prior playing with my one year old cousin Talon. I
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could still picture her waist length shiny black hair falling over her shoulders as she got on the
floor to play with the feisty little boy. Why did my aunt that had seemed so happy feel like she
had to take her own life and what could have been done to prevent her? At this point I knew that
my class had already started but I was determined to calm down before leaving the haven of the
sick room. I was afraid of how people would react if they saw me crying. I didn’t want to be a
distraction or a charity case. Frozen by my thoughts and fears, I continued to sit in the dark
room.
At some point the same woman who had helped me, directed a girl who was probably a
grade younger than I to the bed in the middle of the room. I didn’t look over at the girl when she
came in nor did I when she quietly sat down. Once we were alone, I heard the younger girl unzip
her backpack. The zipper was loud in the small space, demanding attention to its presence.
“Here” she said leaning over with a tissue in hand. Turning to her I saw her small frame sprawled
out on the bed. She had one hand propping her up and the other holding out the tissue, the effort
looked as if it brought her a great deal of pain. I didn’t know this girl but her kindness meant the
world to me. I thanked her for the offering and sat there for a few minutes longer. Feeling ready
to leave, I got up and told the girl thank you once more and that I hoped she would get better
soon.
Walking out of the attendance office, I clung to the note and tissue. I made it a mere five
steps before a group of three girls noticed me. I walked three more steps before I was asked if I
was okay. I tried to look away as tears again watered my cheeks, I was not okay. Almost
instantly I was enveloped in a sympathetic hug by a girl with long sandy blonde hair. She
introduced herself as Hailey while the other girls joined in the hug that was taking place in the
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middle of the hallway. In an attempt to make me feel better the girls showered me in
compliments like, “how are you so pretty when you cry”. While doing this they stayed circled
around me, effectively preventing my escape. It took a minute but Hailey asked me what was
wrong. I explained some details; subsequently, becoming the center of a four person hug once
more. Hailey and a girl with espresso-colored skin and black, braided hair expressed that they
wanted to help. If they couldn’t convince me to walk to the counselor, they were going to at least
walk me into class. Lacking the energy to argue further, I said farewell to the girl who had to
leave and then the three of us walked up the nearby stairs to the second floor.
By this point my second class was already halfway over. Once we reached my class the
girl with black braids said goodbye and wished me luck. Hailey however, insisted that she walk
As usual the door to Mrs. Overy’s classroom creaked. The lights were off and the
projector was displaying one student’s presentation. Several heads turned and watched as Hailey
and I approached Mrs. O’s desk that was directly across the classroom from the door. I gave Mrs.
O the note and then Hailey a hug before she left the room. Without looking at any of my curious
classmates I took a seat near the door grabbing several tissues from a box nearby. Mrs. O
gracefully got up from her desk and informed me that she would look over my presentation so I
would not need to present to the class. Out of all of my teachers she was the one I feared the
most. She was known to hold us all to a college level standard and I never expected her to be so
understanding.
After Mrs. O’s English class was Mrs. Brock’s Foods 1 class. To get to Mrs. Brock’s I
had to walk through a crowded hall and down a tight stairwell. The bell dismissing class echoed
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loudly through the building. As if a limited amount of free food was being offered somewhere,
everyone quickly rose from their seats in one bustling motion and rushed out of the room. It was
fairly normal for me to be the last student to leave the classroom but as I was grabbing my
belongings Mrs. O stopped me. My relationship with her was as some would describe “a
love-hate relationship.” She was one of those teachers who always spoke her mind in an honest
or frank manner and she was known for being strict. However, if a student was consistently hard
working she could be understanding when occasional situations came up. When she stopped me
Mrs. O looked at me with empathy, her usually sparkling eyes were darkened with concern. For
the third time that day I was asked what had happened and I again explained as much as I knew.
Before letting me go she told me that I didn’t have to come the rest of the week and that she
would take care of all of my finals grades in her two classes. Little did I know at the time, but I
later found out that she contacted my counselor asking her to make room in her busy schedule
By the time I walked out into the main hallway that would take me to my foods class, it
was relatively uncrowded. There were even so few students that you could see a majority of the
shiny maroon lockers that lined the walls of the hallway. I could have walked at a steady pace,
there was still a couple minutes till the starting bell would ring. Instead though I let my favorite
grey orthopedic tennis shoes speed walk me down the hall, occasionally squeaking on the
smooth tiles.
The door to Foods 1 was open as always. I walked straight to the blue shelves that were
stationed in front of the door. The top cubbies held the various colored binders belonging to my
classmates. My binder was a cotton candy blue labeled “EDWARDS” with a small strip of neon
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green duct tape signifying I was in the third period class. Mrs. Brock loved duct tape, she had all
of the classes labeled with their own color and she used it throughout her classroom. Grabbing
my binder, I walked over to my assigned seat at the second table closest to the exit. I was only
attending third period because I had a mandatory state final. Reaching my seat I sat down and put
my head on the desk. My arms and hair created a shelter, meant to protect me from reality. My
classmates filtered in before and after the starting bell rang. Mrs. Brock who had been sitting at
her desk grading papers moved in front of the whiteboard to address the class. I glanced up out
of respect just in time to see an office aid walk in with a note. My teacher quickly took the note
hoping to get on with her class. The aid retreated as Mrs. Brock read over the paper, nausea came
over me as I watched her look up directly at me. “Peyton,” she said walking to my right into the
privacy of the kitchen while waving for me to join her. I felt exposed as not a single one of my
fellow students was not curiously staring at me. Clumsily I navigated a maze of backpacks and
My teacher looked at me concerned seeming as if she was trying to read my mind with
just her eyes. Her short blonde hair appeared to grow in volume and her blue eyes widened with
each word. Frantically she explained to me that there had been a family emergency. Panic ripped
through my being, I could not bare to suffer yet another tragedy that day and so I asked if the
note contained any more details. Mrs. Brock handed over the stiff piece of paper and with relief I
realized that she had misread the office worker’s words. Now numb to tears, I had not even
noticed that I had begun crying. For the fourth time, I was asked what had happened; thus,
leading me to explain once more. With each time I shared what I knew, I felt a fragment of my
Even though I was emotionally exhausted, I stubbornly insisted to take the final with the
rest of the class. The compromise Mrs. Brock had come up with was that I leave class after
completing my test. Miraculously, even through many tears and the distracting inquiries of my
classmates I scored a ninety-two percent on my state final. Not wanting to go home I walked out
of class and headed through the noisy commons area to the counseling center. I am sure that I
looked horrific because as soon as I approached the tall check in desk I was met by two very
worried women. My counselor's office was just around the corner from the check in desk.
Already seeing that her office was empty I asked the two women at the desk when she would be
back. They explained she was out to lunch but that I could sit in their waiting area till she got
back. The waiting area looked like an assortment of dentist office chairs, I knew that I would
rather lay on my comfy sofa than on mismatched seats that had held hundreds of other rear ends
that week. Quickly filling out a meeting request form to my counselor, I dismissed the two
Thinking I was home free, I reached only seven steps away from the counseling center
exit before the school police officer stopped me. He had been looking at the red bulletin board
that featured job postings aimed at high school kids.Whether he heard me with the desk women
or saw my red blotchy face I do not know, either way he decided to stop my progression towards
the double doors. A majority of all the other individuals I had explained my situation to I had
known before that day. The unfortunate police officer like many others asked what was wrong,
he had no clue what he had gotten himself into. As I started to cry his whole frame tensed, when
I told him about my aunt his expression changed from happy to concerned. He just stood there
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listening and waiting for me to finish. Once I had told him what I could I felt raw. He asked if
there was anything he could do and when I replied no he wished me well before I left.
Once I got home I found my mother in her bed looking to be in a worse condition than I
was, Heidi had been her sister after all. She was propped up by the three old pillows she had
unofficially declared her own. Blankets covered to her chest and I could see she was wearing one
of her favorite pajama outfits, light pajama pants and a tank top. Zuri one of the family dogs, a
medium white goldendoodle layed on the bed at my mother’s feet. To my mother’s left the other
family dog Bella, a large strawberry blonde goldendoodle sat patiently waiting for food. I walked
over and got into the bed lifting up the many layers of blankets. We talked and just sat in each
other's company until we eventually moved downstairs. Moving served two purposes, we
planned to watch a movie as an easy distraction and my mother was preparing for my oblivious
When Sydnie came crashing through the door I was sure people in China could hear her.
Syd was upset about something that had happened at school and was about to go storming up the
stairs past our mother and I. My mother caught her before she could escape telling her to come
sit on the couch with us. The couch was a long “L” shape with one side up against the stairs half
wall and the other separating the living room from the dining space. It was made of a dark brown
leather that was once smooth but after years of wear and tear it was as weathered as an old man’s
arm. My mother and I were cuddled together in the corner of the couch with blankets over us.
Sydnie seeing this and hearing our mother’s tone thought we were having an intervention about
her grades so she plopped down on the farthest end of the couch from us. Her armor was on and
she was in a defensive mood. After many attempts to explain that she wasn’t in trouble my
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mother final broke the news. My sister’s favorite aunt had an opioid overdose and had passed
away. In less than a second her armor had melted away. My sister was heartbroken, there was
and is truly no other way to describe it. After hearing the news, she went to her room and it took
a long time to convince her to be with us downstairs. The rest of the night consisted of the three
of us watching movies while snuggling on the couch, recounting old memories, and consuming
comfort food. At one point my father surprised us all, he had been on a business trip but he flew
Conversations through the day were fairly brief, still they left mixed emotions in my
heart. On one hand, I was glad to know that people cared and that I was noticed. On the other
hand, my soul was torn apart from the loss of my aunt. I miss my aunt’s big hugs, warm smile,
and most of all her presence in my life. When I was small, I would stay at my grandma’s for
play dates. Heidi knew the name of all the horses that lived on the property that was lined up
with my Grandma’s fence. She would point them out as they came by, while sneakily giving
That first night, like many in the weeks to come, I couldn’t sleep. Not sure how to
express what I felt or how to find peace, I painted a watercolor picture. In the painting there is a
swallow. Sailors of the past believed swallows to carry the souls of the dead on to the next life.
The swallow is a silver color and is carrying a purple ribbon. These two colors combined
represent opioid overdose awareness. There is a pink sunrise in the background. It is meant to
show a new day or change and also I found out about Heidi’s passing Tuesday morning. There
are also mountains in the background which were to show ties that Heidi had to the Salt Lake
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Valley since it is where she was born and lived the majority of her life. Finally, the message in