JT walked up to Ashley's house with a white paper bag in his hand. He
knocked on the door, and then rang the doorbell. Ashley opened it, looking
sick, and wearing a pink flowery bathrobe which came up to about miniskirt-
length.
JT: Here are the pills you wanted. My cousin gave me his entire stash for 2 months!
Ashley: Thanks JT. I guess this is...it.
Ashley hugged JT. He looks surprised, then hugged her back.
JT: What do you want all them for, anyway?
Ashley: I just can't take it anymore, JT! Craig...and Manny...and Manny getting PREGNANT...It's just too much for me to deal with. This is the only way.
Ashley said the last part firmly. JT had no idea what she was talking about.
JT: Whatever...see you at school.
Ashley waved goodbye, knowing this would be the last time she ever saw JT. Or anyone else, for that matter.
With the white paper bag in hand, she started climbing the stairs to her room.
Five minutes later, Ashley had laid out all 52 pills on her bureau. She looked in her mirror, at her un-made-up and blotchy visage. Over the past few weeks, she had developed a bad case of acne after not washing her face and only showering about once every two weeks. With shaking hands, she picked up the first pill and put it in her mouth, using the vodka she fished out of the basement to swallow it down.
Ashley took a long swig of the vodka after swallowing the last pill. She started feeling woozy, and swung the bottle around, breaking the mirror. She fell to her knees and stared at the cracked mirror, looking into her almost dead eyes. The room began spinning violently as she struggled to get up. With a moan, she collapsed on the bed and clutched her stomach. Ash was dying, and she knew it. Her heart rate sped up, and she couldn't stop shaking. She flipped around, so that she was lying on her back, with her legs and arms stretched out. Ashley was so exhausted, she couldn't move-- she just twitched. Breathing hard, she let out her last breath--
Ashley: HU-uh-HUH!
--and died. Her head lolled to the side, and her toes uncurled. A last bit of drool escaped her open, dead mouth.
JT: Here are the pills you wanted. My cousin gave me his entire stash for 2 months!
Ashley: Thanks JT. I guess this is...it.
Ashley hugged JT. He looks surprised, then hugged her back.
JT: What do you want all them for, anyway?
Ashley: I just can't take it anymore, JT! Craig...and Manny...and Manny getting PREGNANT...It's just too much for me to deal with. This is the only way.
Ashley said the last part firmly. JT had no idea what she was talking about.
JT: Whatever...see you at school.
Ashley waved goodbye, knowing this would be the last time she ever saw JT. Or anyone else, for that matter.
With the white paper bag in hand, she started climbing the stairs to her room.
Five minutes later, Ashley had laid out all 52 pills on her bureau. She looked in her mirror, at her un-made-up and blotchy visage. Over the past few weeks, she had developed a bad case of acne after not washing her face and only showering about once every two weeks. With shaking hands, she picked up the first pill and put it in her mouth, using the vodka she fished out of the basement to swallow it down.
Ashley took a long swig of the vodka after swallowing the last pill. She started feeling woozy, and swung the bottle around, breaking the mirror. She fell to her knees and stared at the cracked mirror, looking into her almost dead eyes. The room began spinning violently as she struggled to get up. With a moan, she collapsed on the bed and clutched her stomach. Ash was dying, and she knew it. Her heart rate sped up, and she couldn't stop shaking. She flipped around, so that she was lying on her back, with her legs and arms stretched out. Ashley was so exhausted, she couldn't move-- she just twitched. Breathing hard, she let out her last breath--
Ashley: HU-uh-HUH!
--and died. Her head lolled to the side, and her toes uncurled. A last bit of drool escaped her open, dead mouth.