Out of pills.

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Smile.
Pretend.
Laugh.
Everything is Ok.
Breathe.
Noise.
Breath.
Bang.
Breathing hitches.
Panic.
Short, staggered breaths.
Black.
Breathe.
Breathe!!
My lungs are screaming.
'Give me air! Please!'
Pleading.
I can't give them what they want.
Beep.
Text.
Pick up the phone to call.
"911 what is your emergency?"
Heavy breathing.
"I'm gonna need you to calm down."
Stagger.
Catch breath.
Tears.
Salty.
Shaking.
Bang.
Boom.
"What's your address we can send help."
Fall.
Cold.
Tiles wet from my tears.
Slip.
Pounding.
Short breaths.
Fading?
Fading.
Reach for a bottle of pills.
Gone.
Shit.
Darker.
Goodbye house.
Goodnight Chance.
I'll be back?
Maybe.
Goodnight birds outside my window.
Black.

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