His vision blurred as he felt the soft tear drops caressing his cheeks. The world started spinning around him as he tried holding on to the fleeting moments of his life, but all he could think of, was how he did not want to die. The rush, the high made him briefly forget about all that had happened to him. When he had the pill, he felt no more like a nobody. He was no longer a disappointment. He was no longer an obligation and a pile on. He was on top of the world. But the effect soon wore off. He was sad. He was stressed. He was alone. But the immense rush of emotions from that one pill, made him aching for more. How he regrets it now. He knew he was dying, his body was shaking and insides were about to burst. All he wanted to do was hug his parents one last time. But he was on the floor of some godforsaken place. If only he had someone to talk to, someone to remind him that his life was meaningful, that he was not stupid for failing one test, that he was somebody whose life was worth living. If only he did not do what he did, his parents wouldn't be wearing black outfits bawling their eyes out while they carefully placed the rectangular coffin in the hole in the ground.
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Non-Fictionin these times, teenagers are the ones who are stressed about everything. Be it schoolwork or relationships, they always overthink. They feel the only way they can be happy is by doing drugs.
