I lay on the floor. Tears silently rolling down my face. He's right, I'll never win. There's only one way to escape him.
I pad to the kitchen, open the cupboard of relief. Rows of tiny bottles stare back at me. Extra strength Tylenol, advil, Prozac, sleep pills, this should do it. Back to the bedroom with hands full. The back of the bottle says no more than two capsules. I open the bottle and count. Twenty pills, that should be enough.
I look up at my sister's sleeping form. So innocent. So sweet. Tomorrow she will wake up to... me lying on the floor.
At first she will wonder why I chose to sleep on the floor. We can't miss the bus again, so she'll try to wake me up. After calling my name and shaking me... she will realize something is wrong. I'm not breathing.
Mom will come running when she yells. The siren will scream to the house, but the paramedics will shake their heads. Too late. The empty pill bottles will tell the story.
Lizzy will have nightmares every night. Reliving that moment. Mom and Dad will cry with her when they wake to her screams.
I gather the pill bottles and tiptoe back to the kitchen. Silently, I line them up in the cupboard, just as they were before.
I don't want to live. But killing me would kill them. I cry myself to sleep every night. I can't do that to my family.
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When You Come Back
Novela Juvenil"I'm back" he whispered softly in my ear. I winced and tried to pull away, but it was too late. His strong arms wrapped me in a hug. Slowly my body relaxed and accepted his embrace. He was back.
