I think this is the darkest piece you have written for this contest.
My mom was on all sorts of things when I was growing up. I do remember that my brother and I took some of her pills when we were around the ages of five and six. Man, did we get fucked up. She took us to the hospital. All that I can really remember is throwing-up.
I'm surprised I was never put on anything like this in my childhood. I would have taken to it like a cavity growing on a tooth, causing much pain for the host. With my addictive personality (some of it stemming from trauma), I don't know if I'd be alive today.
In my adult years, my mom suggested that I go on it. I said, "Fuck NO! I've grown up around you and that was a horrible experience in itself." She was mad at me for bring this up (still mad at me when I bring it up).
When I was staying with her about seven years ago, a kid who had a troubling past (meaning his mom and dad were divorced and neither one around very much, which left the grand-parents to care for the kid), the grand-parents put the kid on drugs, legal speed. This sort of shit pisses me off. The kid is most likely going to be really fucked up not only from the trauma of childhood but from the drugs too. Arrg!
I actually pondered more than once, over whether or not I should post a story like this, as I'm sure many who might read this may have been victims of this type of situation themselves as they were growing up.
It sounds like you and your brother were lucky that mom got home in time to get you two to the hospital!
I'm glad you did post it.