Do you want to hear a story?
It’s about a girl who had everything. She was so happy and loved her life. She had an amazing family and a boy who loved her with his whole heart. Then, one day, the girl became lost and wasn’t sure what to do. She was scared to leave the one place that held her heart. She asked herself how she could move on and be okay. She looked for signs, but nothing came to her.
Were the signs coming?
Would she know what direction to take?
These were the questions she asked herself. Then, one night, she found herself in her bathroom, staring at a pill bottle. She stared for so long, wondering what would happen if she took the pills.
* * * * *
Putting the bottle to my face, I wonder how fast it would be. My grip around the pill bottle gets stronger. Sobs escape my lungs and slip through my lips. The shattering pain that blisters through pushes me forward. I look at the reflection in the mirror and anger spews from me. Lifting my right arm, I punch the mirror several times, feeling the shards of glass slicing my hand. The pain sears through, but I don’t feel it. The pain of my broken heart is stronger.
I grab a piece of the shattered glass and hold it tightly in my hand. I want the pain to go away. I want to feel alive again. I want to breathe, and I want to let go. Since losing him, I’ve been hiding. No one can pull me out of this. I don’t want anyone to. Honestly, I like being alone to think about how I feel without him. When I’m alone, I don’t have to pretend to smile to please whoever is around me. Believe me, no one likes to be around suicidal and depressed people. We’re the downers, and there’s only so much someone can take before they disregard the person.
I’m being disregarded.
Pushing down the top of the bottle, I toss the cap aside and look at the white pills. This is the only way I can be with Brody again.
He’s my rock.
|Add to Goodreads||Add to Goodreads|