It didn't happen

The beginning

(Monday at lunch)

I looked at her crying, tears streaming down her face and she stared right back at me. Both pairs of eyes pleading for the others comfort, support, and forgiveness but it wasn't coming. Not after what had been said.... Not after what had been done.
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(Sunday night)

I lay there thinking about the day's events, and boy, it was a lot to take in.

My best friend Marissa had told me she didn't want to be friends with me anymore because she had chosen our old group of friends over me. See, Marissa was the only person I'd ever fully trusted, well except for my boyfriend of course. I was crying for hours before I finally decided to text him to tell him what happened. He was always understanding so I knew he would help me. I'd just gotten done telling him how he was all I had left and how much I loved him for all ways being there for me wen he said "yea.... About that....." A very very long pause from me before i finally typed back "what?" I got worried. Really worried. He was typing.... And it was taking a long time..... Finally it came through... "Look April, I know this is a bad time but I didn't want to make you feel better then break your heart. But I've been seeing another girl, she lets me do all the things you don't like uh..... Well..... Sex. Look Ap, I'm really sorry but I need to think about my life and I'm breaking up with both of you. I really regret some of the choices I've made and I need time to think. Ap.... I'm really sorry. I love you" That was the last straw. I was home alone and this was my chance. I raced downstairs to the bathroom and grabbed some medicine bottles. I didn't know what type of medicine is was but at that point I didn't care. I ran back upstairs to send Bret (my ex) one .last. text.

I took a pic of the bottle and sent it to Bret with the caption "how many of these do u think it would take to kill somebody??" Not 15 seconds went by before he responded "NO APRIL DONT DO THIS!" I wasn't listening, I took one, then another, then another, each time sending Bret the number of how many I'd taken so far "5..... 6..... 7..... 8...."
I'd reached 15 when I started feeling dizzy, I thought I heard the front door open and slam shut but I pushed the thought away figuring I was just delusional. Suddenly the world went black. The last thing I remember was hitting the floor hard and thinking "finally"