He leaned against the wall, taking deep breaths to calm himself.
What was happening to him?
No one was home but him, so he couldn't tell anyone what was happening. Honestly, he didn't know how to explain it to himself. His hands were shaking like crazy, and thoughts were racing through his mind.
What was he supposed to do?
His stomach suddenly flipped and he rushed to the toilet, which was luckily near. He threw up what was inside him then collapsed back down to the ground.
At that point he needed someone.
He kept everything inside, all this time. Everything was bottled up inside him, ready to blow. He couldn't take it.
What is this turning to?
He wanted to cry, but he didn't. He held it together, and let nothing come out. All this time, he hid all his secrets. Each day that passed by, he got one day closer to breaking down; to losing it.
He made a mistake.
All those times everyone asked him if he was OK, he lied and said no. He regrets it; he wished he had told someone, before it got this far. Before he reached this point.
What had he done?
He held his hands up to his face and watched them shake. He couldn't control them. He didn't know what to do. The secrets were holding him down. He was fading from life; from everyone.
Did anyone notice?
It wasn't worth crying over anymore. What was the use?
He stood up and held onto the sink to support him. His legs felt like jelly. He grabbed the pills and poured them out. He stared at them.
Should he do it?
He couldn't think straight. Nothing was going right. He didn't know what to do.
"Shit," he muttered.
He suddenly lost it. He swallowed them all, and fell to the ground. Instantly, his stomach reacted to it. He screamed.
He sat up in a jerk and opened his eyes.
Okay, so thats the basic view point of this story. sorry for it being short, but more will be up!