Angel On My Shoulder
By: Jess6
Note!! These characters are copyrighted to their rightful owners but "No More" is made by me and only me, so please ask for my permission to use the poem as well as this story. Also, I used a couple of songs in the story. "Purple Pills" was sung by D12, featuring Eminem, "Show Me The Meaning of Being Lonely" by the Backstreet Boys, "AM To PM" by Christine Mulian and "Everywhere" by Michelle Branch. Whenever I touch around this subject I get a few people thinking that I am suicidal. I'm not, I'm happy as you can ever imagine I am. The thoughts and feelings in the poem and story do not reflect my actual feelings at all. As people say, 'It's only a story.' Happy reading!
The wait for the checkout line seemed endless while Joshua Hangel stood there impatiently. His body started to shake involuntary and he knew that he needed his medicine. Getting refills shouldn't take this long! He thought to himself. Minutes seemed like hours but never or less, the male reached the female cashier. She rang in his medicine as well as a bottle of water at a rather sluggish pace. He slammed his insurance card on the counter as he started to fidget with his hands.
"Why don't you hurry up?" Hangel hissed.
"I'm going as fast as I can, sir." The cashier reminded Josh, "Total is $21.45."
Josh threw her the money and ran out of the grocery store with his order. The woman he spoke to shrugged and placed the currency in the cash register.
Climbing inside his vehicle, he sighed and attempted to regain his calmness that he held before going into the store. Josh ripped open the prescription bag and a Zoloft medicine bottle fell on his lap. Opening the medicine bottle, the man shoveled a pill in his hand and threw it in his mouth. He gulped the water down very forcefully and sighed in relief. The male's body discontinued shaking and became relaxed. Josh started up his vehicle; feeling depressed and felt that nothing in the world could heal his wounded heart.
Josh drove around the streets, seeming to look for something that was once there. He planted his tires on a set of railroad tracks and deactivated his car. He waited endlessly for a train to arrive, with tears streaming down his cheeks.
Sydney Miller felt the rain tap and heard a clap of thunder from her small apartment. Sighing in utter relief, she resumed her task of slashing her wrists. The music in the living room blared and she let the soulful ballads set her into a trance. However, it wasn't enough to lessen the pain she would experience. Her neighbor below her stormed to Syd's door and angrily pounded his fists on the wooden door. The woman in the apartment couldn't hear her neighbor fiercely hitting the door and only resumed her suicide. In her hand was a sharp razor, in which she ran it in a downward fashion. The cut was along the main vein on her wrists and her blood splattered out like water to leaky pipes. She dunked her stained arms in the sink, disallowing her body to stop the blood from pouring out. Sydney was able to hold back the enduring pain, as if she couldn't feel her self inflicting cuts. The landlord, who agreed with the neighbor's complaint, unlocked the doors to Sydney's apartment. The woman turned and found the two walking towards the bathroom and then froze in their tracks. The girl's eyes rolled to the back of her head and fell on the floor, unconscious. She was going into convulsions as the landlord dialed 911 quickly on a nearby phone.