Pills N Potions

Chapter 1

Pills n potions, we're overdosing.  I'm angry but I still love you.

Pills n potions, we're overdosing. Can't stand it but I still love you.

I still love, I still love, I still love, I still love, I still lo-o-ove.

I still love, I still love, I still love, I still love, I still lo-o-ove

I still love, I still love, I still love, I still love, I still lo-o-ove

I still love, I still love, I still love, I still love, I still lo-o-ove

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"Dude! what's wrong with you? You are acting so stupid!" I yell from across the living room.

Dre, my boyfriend for over a year, and I had just got to the house. He was about to get arrested because he didn't want to leave the store. The store was closing and they asked him to leave, but no. He wants to sit down in a chair and sit. The employee was about to call the police on him if I didn't come and get him.

"What do you mean?" He asks, stopping mid step.

"Why couldn't you just leave?! You had already gotten what you needed!" I sit my purse down.

"She didn't have to ask like that." He says.

My face scrunches up in disbelief, "Are you serious? Get over your self! What you did was petty!"

"You wouldn't know since you don't expect no respect for yourself from others." He says walking to the bedroom.

"She said please and you sat there like you were retarded! It is stuff like this that gets you into trouble!" I walk after him.

"You get on my nerves." He says and shoos me with his hand.

"And you make me angry!" I say

"That's not my problem." He retalitates.

I walk away, running my hands through my hair. I go to the bathroom.

I reach under the cabinet trying to find my pills, knocking soap and every thing else in the process. I find it and sit it on the sink. I leave out the bathroom and go to the kitchen. I go under the cabinet in there too. This time actually sticking my head under -- even though I pay no attention to the kind of alcohol I grab.

I take the whole bottle and stalk back to the bathroom. I run my hand through my hair once again before locking the door. I turn on the shower to hot, letting the steam fill the small bathroom. I sigh and sit on the toilet.

I grab the pills, reading the label in the front first.

Tylenol 4

I pop the cap open and take out about three of the tablets. I am not hurting, but they make me feel good. They make me feel calm. I open the bottle of alcohol. I hold the pills in my mouth and take a sip of the alcohol. The alcohol burns my throat as it goes down with the pills. I sit back and sigh.

Im angry at him, but I still love him. And I cant stand that, but I still love him. I'm not the only one overdosing. Maybe I'm overdosing in a different way, but I'm not the only way.

Trust me.