Deal With The Devil H.S.

15.

Jane's POV
Warning: descriptions of suicide attempts

Darkness.

Darkness is all I could see.

So this is what happens when we die?

Someone is snoring next to me and I don't think the dead do that. There's a weight on my legs. Like someone is laying on top of them.

I'm alive.

I'm alive, but I just cannot open my eyes. They feel like there are 1,000 pound weights on top of them. I start to wiggle my toes to get some sort of feeling going in my body. My eyes grow lighter and I can open them slightly now.

It's still dark.

I look around as much as I can. The red couches. The black coffee table. I know where I am, but I just can't put a finger on it.

I use all my strength to push myself up. I look down at my legs and see someone laying on top of them.

"Liam?" I didn't realize I said it out loud until his head shot up. He blinked a few times, taking in his surroundings.

Our surroundings.

I remember now.

We are in Harry's apartment.

But why?

"Harry she's up!" Liam yelled loudly, causing my head to throb slightly. I wince at the pain in my temples. "It's alright," Liam got off the couch and crouched in front of me.

"Why are we here," I rasped.

My mouth is so dry.

A hint of pain flooded over Liam's face before he smiled.

"You drank a little too much," he pushed the hair out of my face. He looked like he hadn't seen me in years. A door opened suddenly and I slowly moved my head to see who it was.

Why was I moving so slow?

"Oh my God," Harry quickly crouched in front of me. Tears brimmed in his eyes as he looked at me.

It's like he didn't believe I was here. I shook my head, not believing any of this is real.

And suddenly, it all came flooding in.

Liam handed me my bag. It felt so heavy in my hands as I walked into the guest bedroom. The weight of tonight was just too heavy.

I threw the bag onto the bed and heard something rattle in the bag. I furrowed my eyebrows as I unzipped the bag, searching the pockets.

My hands discovered a bottle.

A bottle of pills.

I pulled it out and examined it.

Casey, Jane

Take as needed

The bottle was full because I convinced myself the pain could be worse.

I was right.

I'd rather feel that pain than what I'm feeling right now.

My hands began to shake as I opened up the bottle. I walked into the bathroom and flicked on the light.

I poured some of the pills into my hand and shoved them into my mouth. I bent down and turned on the faucet. I managed to swallow all of the pills.

I continued doing that until the bottle was empty.

My eyelids already grew heavy as I walked back out into the bedroom. I stumbled as I set the bottle of pills on the night stand.