You know that voice in the back of your head telling you not to do something?
Well, it was probably screaming at me right now; not that I was listening. I mean it's not like I could die anyways so why be careful? Why not indulge?
I stared at the set of pills in my hand, my heart racing, hands trembling, I was afraid.
Just because I'd done it before didn't really make it easier. I've died in so many ways that you would think I'd be fearless, but pain was pain and I remembered every second of it.
Unfortunately, for me, I was set on this, and brought my shaky hand to my mouth.
"Do it you pussy" I whispered to myself, before popping a handful of pills into my mouth and washing it down with a beer. Tasty.
I wasn't suicidal, at least not this time. I just needed to talk to someone. If that meant going to hell then so be it.
With that thought a searing pain shot through my stomach, black spots dancing around my eyes, as my chest grew heavy. The last thing I remembered seeing was red hair, then nothing.
Note: I know this is short but its something. Sorry I've been so busy with a lot of stuff lately but I'll keep trying to continue this. I'm open to any ideas for my stories so feel free to message me! I'm really uncreative so they would help a lot.
Much love - M.