Piper sat in her bedroom with the pill bottles she had taken from the bathroom. She was ready this time. She was done.
She knew what time her family was due back. She made sure no one would check on her because they thought she was at her therapy appointment. It would work – no one would stop her and she wouldn't chicken out this time.
She had a glass of water next to her. She took a handful of pills. She got those down pretty easily. She wasn't sure what combination of drugs it would take to kill her so she decided she would take a pretty large variety. She took several pills out of a different bottle and waited.
She didn't feel anything. Nothing good – nothing bad. For the first time in a long time she didn't feel anything. It was the best feeling in the world – nothing.
She took some more pills. She was scared she would screw up this too and wind up with brain damage or something just as bad. Anything that wasn't dead wasn't going to work.
She did feel badly that she was doing this. She wasn't sure that anyone knew she had gotten to this point. She knew they would blame themselves. But she also knew they would be there for each other and take care of each other and get over it.
Just as they had gotten over death so many times before.
She was beginning to feel pretty tired. She decided to take a few more pills and then she would lie down.
Within a few minutes, Piper fell asleep.