WARNING!
Scene contains pills.
My doctor said I was suffering from depression and recommended me to go to see a therapist. She gave me pills that would help me with my depression.
"Thank's. I hope this works" I pray.
"They will honey. Just stay positive" She reassured me.
I walked out of the doctors and got into Ethan's car. We drove home.
"What did the doctor say?" He asks.
"She said I suffer from depression and I have to take these pills". I show him the pills.
"How long do you have to take them for?"
"Until I feel better. Until I feel like I can trust you again".
Ethan sighs. "Look babe. I'm sorry for what I've done. I'm trying my hardest to improve but you need to stop pushing me away. I love you. And I mean that. I've always loved you. It's all my fault".
I stare, gazing into the road. "It is your fault. All of this is your fault. Everything is your fault". I felt a flash of anger go through me.
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I got out of Ethan's car and walk towards the his house door. I opened the door with my own set of keys he gave me.
What if I just take a big load of these pills and just have an overdose? I thought.
No. I should stay positive. Everything will get better. I argue back with my sane self.
His lying to you. Just die. Whats the point. My conscience is below the belt right now. I have no confidence. I feel completely drained.
I strolled into the kitchen with my pills. Ethan was watching TV in the next room.
The packet says:
One pill a day.
WARNING: Maximum strength. Overdose could happen if you have more than one tablet a day.
Fuck it. I took a sip of water and swallowed 10 pills. I started to hallucinate and felt high.
This shit felt good, but I know the side effects of it.
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