𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚔 𝚢𝚘𝚞 //𝚋𝚒𝚕𝚕𝚒𝚎 𝚎𝚒𝚕𝚒𝚜𝚑//

𝐬𝐢𝐱𝐭𝐞𝐞𝐧.

trigger warning: mentions of suicide 

Half the bottle gone. The pills refused to go down my throat and got stuck; they don't taste good. I took more and started to lose consciousness slightly. The bottle was empty by the time I heard footsteps. I was frozen in place a million thoughts running through my head. What if they opened the door? I heard the same set of feet head toward the stairs and calmed down. I didn't realize I was holding my breath until after the noise was gone. I was on my second bottle then had to stop. The lingering taste of the pills wouldn't leave so I tried to wash it down with Benadryl. I thought if the pills had failed me the pink liquid would finish the job.

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I remembered that Hope's bathroom door was locked so I started making my way to the door. As I climbed through the small window I looked back at the note. Thank you both for being misogynistic. I hope you're proud of the daughter you had you know because I'm dead. No way was I gonna let her die but it made me realize something. The world had failed her more specifically her parents. I tried and I wasn't giving up.

She wasn't allowed to die.