I found the orange bottle on a shelf with the round white pills lying blatantly still. These will do the trick. It was almost effortless; I thought these little white things would be the solution to the silly dilemmas in my life that recently made me weak minded in so many ways. These pills would allow my endless thoughts and overthinking to finally come to a dashing halt. These pills would do their magic, and I wouldn’t have to live in what I thought was misery no longer — endless thoughts always flashing through my mind, horrendous flashbacks, along with a negative self-image. This would all be over so quickly just by swallowing these pills. So, I removed the bottle off of the shelf and decided let’s give it a try.
The little life ending pills traveled through my body and almost automatically stopped everything. My breathing became shallow and rough and then slowly disappeared. I got my wish; the little voice in my head was gone along with the thoughts that destroyed me. As I collapsed to the ground and my body began to fail, I did not even take the time to consider how this decision would make the people who loved me so miserable.
Mom found me on the ground and was frantic as she tried to wake me up. She didn’t know I was gone for good and that she would never see her little baby again.
Dad ran in after mom, screamed, and then called 911 almost immediately.
The little brother ran in wondering why his big sister was lying on the ground. He couldn’t comprehend why everybody was making such a big deal. She was just sleeping right? She would wake up soon. He was almost positive.
The ambulance tried to resuscitate me, but I was practically already gone. They threw me in the back of the truck, and the red lights and sirens silenced the neighborhood. They rushed me to the hospital where I was connected to machines. My heart stopped. My entire family cried. At that point, I was pronounced dead and the possibilities of my bright future came to a screeching halt.
