A Red Pill- A New Home

by IndigoGin

Marley's lost everything from her sister to all her money. These dumb red pills seem to be everything that's taken her life away... Yet as the story unfolds will the very thing Marley's longed for her whole life be what kills her? Read along as Marley finds out how twisted one's imagination can be and just how loyal "dogs" tend to be.

1. Chapter 1- A Red Pill

ₓMartha's POVₓ

ₓ Introductionₓ

What were you thinking? Was all I could think as the ambulance drove away with the little family I had left. This wasn't supposed to happen, "THIS WAS NEVER SUPPOSED TO HAPPEN!" I screamed as I tipped over an old antique cabinet full of my Grandmother's china. The pills, they weren't supposed to be out, she wasn't supposed to know where the stool was. This just had all gone wrong. "Godamnit Marley!" My sister was all I had left, at six years old she was still tiny, I must've left the pills out that morning. But I could've sworn that I put them up… I always did. I sunk to the floor, the anti-depressants weren't helping me at the moment and they were only killing Marley. Why did I leave those pills out?

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ₓ11 Years Laterₓ

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ₓMarley's POVₓ

ₓChapter 1ₓ

I sat alone in my room,Happy Birthday Martha.I thought to myself as I checked the calendar. A tear rolled down my face. This day was one of the hardest for me.Martha… Why? Eleven years ago officially marked the day my sister left me to die in the hospital. I never really knew what happened to my sister. I was a happy little six year old, right? The tiniest slip up… Martha always put up those shiny bright pink and red pills. I just wanted to try one, to be a grown up like Martha! I thought they'd heal my booboos just like Martha. She was my idol, and the moment I left her, she left me, this is what I thought bitterly to myself. Didn't she understand where I would end up if I had woken up? I'd be right here. I fought back bitter and angry tears; it wasn't Martha's fault that I ended up at an orphanage. I stood up walking over to the medicine cabinet. Huh? What's this? I turned on the light, I counted the bottles again. One, two, three… and four…. I frowned, the first was a headache reliever, the second was for cramps, and the third was for heart burn…. but the fourth? Did one of the kids put this in here? No… that's not possible, they can't reach and they couldn't buy this stuff. Hesitantly I reached for the bottle, my chipped blue nail polish glowing in the dark; I frowned as I pulled the pills out into the light where I could see them. What?! I felt sick to my stomach as I dropped the bottle of pills to the ground and ran out of the room in horror at the sick joke. I threw up in the hallway bathroom as the dim light gleamed off the scattered red and pink pills littered on the ground.