Derek's P.O.V
I take another pill hoping it ends the heartache of it all. This will be the 5th one I took so far today and the pain seems to not go away. Maybe I should take them all and end this suffering.
The reality of life sucks. I hate it all. I want it to end.
I go into the bathroom and run the warm water to fill the tub. I open the medicine cabinet and grab the anti-depressants. I open the bottle and take a handful. I get in the bathtub and start to fall into a deep sleep.
After all, my parents never come home, so they will never find me.
I wake up in the tub later that night exhausted as hell from the pills. But, I have forgot about the heartache for a while. The bathtub drained. I get dressed and go into the bedroom.
As I walk out, I see my parents were home for a while. Did they not worry about me? Did they not wonder where I was? This is what I mean no one cares about me.
I put a smile on my face and pretend like nothing happened.
