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LeahNightt

BPOV

I could hear the music blasting all the way from upstairs. I don't know why I had agreed to this. Alice was annoying that way, she puts that look on her face while asking for a favour that nobody can refuse.

My pare- my mom Renee was out of town, with her boyfriend Phil, leaving me alone for a week. The alone part I didn't mind, it was just that when Alice found out, she insisted on throwing a huge party.

"Why can't you just have it at your house?" I pleaded with her.

"No way! My parents would never let me." She said. "Come on Bells. You're home alone for a whole week. It's like teenager law to have a party when your parents go out of town."

"Mom. My mom is out of town." I said.

She rolled her eyes at me and continued. "Please? For me? Your mom will never know, I promise!"

"I'm not worried about getting in trouble Alice."

"So that's a yes?" She asked. She knew she was winning this battle.

"Fine." I gave in, "But leave me out of it."

So here I sit, in the washroom upstairs waiting for this nightmare to be over. I can hear the conversations through the vent. All my friends totally wasted, thinking that will make life better. It doesn't, believe me. I've tried everything.

I had been downstairs for about an hour, before. Keeping up the happy, popular girl facade, all the while thinking how it really fooled anyone. I guess I had gotten good at it. Smiling when my friends walked by, thanking people when they gave me compliments, but the truth is, that's the person I used to be.

The only one who knew the truth was Alice. And I was keeping it that way. The only thing I had left were my friends and my social status at school. Which in the end is really nothing. Everyone else knew what had happened, but Alice was the only one to see the true side of me. Miserable and alone.

I felt my phone vibrate in my pocket. What now? I thought. It was definitely Alice or Jake, but there was no way I was coming downstairs again.

It was Jake.

"Where'd u go babe?"

This kid would not leave me alone. We hooked-up once last semester. Then he told the entire football team that we were together. He wishes.

"Umm... Not feeling well. I'll be round later" I replied. I didn't exactly want to leave him waiting around for nothing.

I quickly turned my phone off before he could reply.

I glanced around the room and caught a glimpse of myself in the mirror. My reflection, an eighteen year old, thin, brunette sitting alone in a washroom, leaning against the shower door, made me burst into tears. Mascara began to run down my face as I started to think about something that had been crossing my mind frequently lately – suicide.

I got up and walked closer to the mirror. I took a Kleenex and was wiping away the mascara when I realized how pointless even that was.

That's when I saw the sleeping pills.

I had stopped taking them months after they were prescribed. They clearly weren't helping so I just let them sit on my counter, hoping my mom would believe I was still taking them.

I picked up the bottle and shook it. There were easily a few dozen left.

Without thinking, I opened the safety lid and poured some into my hand. I'm not even sure what my intention is. Do I just want a full night's rest that lasts more than 4 hours and without vivid dreams? Or was it more?

Disregarding the exact amount of pills in my palm, I dropped them into my mouth and washed them down with a swing of water.

I lost track of time then, but it felt as if the pills took effect immediately. What felt like maybe 5 minutes later, I began losing consciencness. Quickly.

The pain began to recede as I drifted off into my own little world. Something I had not done since the days I used to fall asleep on my dad's lap while watching a football game. My mind was blank. No worries. No fears. And best of all, no problems.

The last thing I heard was a knock on the bathroom door.