This is it. I mean, every life has to end, right? I'm just choosing how I want to go, right? I just want to die. Die. Die. Die.
"Macky?" A voice calls. Leah. My 'girlfriend'.
"Shit." I curse under my breath. I quickly swallow the pills in the bottle, lock the door, and call back to her. "Yeah, I'm just in the bathroom."
I wait for the drugs to kick in, but it never comes. Instead, I feel lighter than ever. Maybe it takes a while? I mean, it didn't say 'instant death' anywhere on the label.
"Macky? Mac? Are you ok, in there?" Leah calls from outside the bedroom. "Can you unlock the door?"
Pathetic. I'm so pathetic. I couldn't even kill myself. Dammit.
"Yeah, coming." I mutter under my breath. I takes me about one stride to reach the door, but it feels like I'm almost floating. I reach for the door knob, leaning to the door, ready to poke my head outside, but as soon as I shift my weight, I fall through.
YOU ARE READING
Ghost Town
Romance17-year-old Maggie, the goody-two-shoes, the nerd, and the straight-A student, has never even considered the possibility of dying before 20. Spoiler alert; now she's dead. Except, she's also never considered the existence of ghosts. Before she becam...
