Pills.

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I sat alone on the cold floor of my bathroom, my life couldn't get any worse, tears streamed down my face as I buried my head into my knees telling my self over and over it was going to be ok.

But it won't, nothing ever will, not any more. my throat hurts from screaming, now everything's silent. no noise, nothing.

I stood up and walked to the cupboard I looked in the mirror on the door, the girl looking back didn't look like me.

Her blonde hair a mess, her dark brown eyes bloodshot, dark rings under them, her skin pale, like a ghost, tears running down her face slowly. she looked tired, tired of life

I opened the door not wanting to look at myself anymore. I looked inside throwing out the bottles of shampoo until I finally found what I was looking for. I grabbed the bottle of pills into my hand.

I can't do this any more. I said to my self my mind telling me to do it, I'll finally be happy. I'll finally be free.

I shoved them in my mouth and swallowed. I sat back on the floor waiting.

My eyes started to close, I couldn't help but smile, smile that it's all finally over I let out a giggle as it all went black.

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