Tallies carved onto the back of a pill bottle.
Four of them.
That's how I'd mark the times I've stored the little white pills in this bottle.
That's how I'd mark the times I've carried that bottle to a rooftop, a forest, anywhere with the intent of ending my life.
[12:00 AM] cheolie: are you okay tonight?
I'd get that message nightly, the same time every night.
I'd always tell him that I was alright, even if I wasn't.
Tonight was one of those nights that I'd lie.
