SHE SWALLOWED THEM AS IF SHE WAS BREATHING AIR. SHE HAD DONE THIS ALL THE TIME. SHE COULD TAKE THEM WITHOUT ANY HESITATION. WHETHER IF IT HAD BEEN THE 6th PILL OR THE 10th SHE SAID, "sorry" BEFORE EACH ONE. SHE HATED THAT SHE WOULD DO THIS TO HERSELF, BUT IT WAS THE ONLY WAY SHE KNEW HOW TO KEEP THE DEMONS INSIDE. THE DEMONS THAT TORE APART HER VERY INSIDES LEAVING BRUISES ACROSS HER KNUCKLES AND THIGHS. SHE DIDN'T WANT THEM TO GET OUT AND HURT THE ONES SHE CARED ABOUT. IT WAS ALSO THE ONLY WAY SHE KNEW HOW TO STOP THOSE VOICES IN HER HEAD FROM HAVING CONVERSATIONS WITHOUT HER CONSENT. SHE ALWAYS THOUGHT TO HERSELF, "I have to-I have to destroy them before they destroy me". BUT SHE WAS DESTROYING HERSELF IN THE PROCESS AS WELL. IT GOT TO THE POINT TO WHERE SHE WAS FOUND LYING AGAINST HER BEDROOM WALL LIFELESS WITH A HALF EMPTY BOTTLE OF PILLS AS WHITE AS HER FAVORITE FLOWER, DAISIES. SHE WAS FOUND THE DAY BEFORE HER 17th BIRTHDAY. SO I GUESS IT'S TRUE, "the good die young".
