J.P. Reed
It's here. The day to dread more than the others. The day of pain and sleep and coldness and dark. Here to stay, sadly I shall go.
The bottle of pills in my hand seem to be growing by the millisecond. I cannot stop them. I cannot stop anything. I can't. I can't. I can't.
Yet I am.
Drink. Swallow. Drink. Swallow. Drink. Swallow. Drink. Swallow.
Drink. Swallow. Drink. Swallow.
Drink. Swallow. Drink. Swallow.
Drink. Swallow. Drink. Swallow.
Gag twice and continue. It'll get easier they say. The ones who've been with me all the way.
Drink. Swallow. Drink. Swallow.
Drink. Swallow. Drink. Swallow.
Drink. Swallow. Drink. Swallow.
Drink. Swallow.
It was black before I could continue.
