The plan is quite simple.
First, I'll ravage through my mom's medicine cabinet and find her sleeping pills, the ones she never uses. Then, I'll swallow exactly eight, my favorite number. If it doesn't do anything or seems too little, I'll take 10. 15. 20. Whatever works.
But before I swallow all these pills, I'll go to my favorite spot in the park, under the prettiest tree in the park. I want the tree to take my life. It's where Jay and I first met. I'll have the small note Jay left me in his journal in my pocket, his suicide note, and mine too. And I'll take the pills.
And slowly, slowly I'll fall asleep.
In to a deep sleep...
YOU ARE READING
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General FictionHow was I supposed to live when there's nothing to live for? *possible trigger warning*
