Overdosed

Should I do it?

Fix You - Coldplay

Knockin' On Heaven's Door - Eric Clapton

Skyscraper - Demi Lovato

Cadence's POV

1... 2..... 4... 7... 13.

That's how many I'll take.

I glance at the door, listening to my dad and younger brother watchThee Fray American Idol.

"You sound amazing love, how has your talent not been noticed thought all of the years?" I hear one of the judges ask.

Why couldn't I have a talent? I'm just a good-for-nothing 17 year old girl.

I focus my hearing onto my older brother's room.

"You suck! I bet your mom is better than you, Ryan," I hear my brother laugh at his friend playing Xbox.

Why couldn't I have friends? Why do I have to be so shy? What's wrong with me? Why is it that even after everything I do for this family, I don't get anything in return?

It feels as if my heart is snuggling with my brain, as I can feel my head thumping.

My migraine only gets worse as these gut wrenching questions seem to fill my vision with water.

I focus my blurry vision back down at the Advil bottle in my shaky hands.

The only thing that's kept me going is my family. The way my parents stare me down when I eat dinner. I always just look at my plate, knowing they're still looking at me. The way my brothers care about me.

The only thing dragging me down is when I'm alone with only my thoughts. The way it feels as if nails are slowly dragging thought my heart, tearing me apart. The way I look at life as if it's so pointless.

I'm nothing special. What could possibly happen to make my life interesting?

I drag myself and the small white pills across the room.

After what seems to be forever, I reach my bed.

I lie down with my back to the uncomfortable bed, pills in hand.

Deciding my family would feel guilty, and I wouldn't want that, I start writing a note.

In my shaky,sloppyy cursive writing reads:

I love you all so much. You have been such a great family. Mom and dad, I notice the way you look at me. Such pity in your eyes. I'm sorry I was a dissapointment. Justin and Tyler, I love you both so much. You've been the best brothers I could ask for. Don't feel like this is your fault, because it's not.

Remember that doves will fly.

Until doves die.

P.S. Whomever finds this first, I suggest hiding my body from Tyler, as I wouldn't want him seeing me like this, he's too young.

I fold the tear-stained letter into a square and decide to just keep it in my hands of what I thought to me my last moments.

By now, my cheeks were a flowing waterfall, and I wasn't ashamed.

I bring my hand full of pills up to my mouth, and set them on my tongue.

"I'm sorry," I whisper, mouth full of my weapon choice of my own death.

I take one last last breath, and swallow the pills all together.

After sitting for a couple of seconds, I feel mucus coming up, but I hold it back.

I open my eyes to see my room spinning vigorously.

"I just got a text from a Ms. Peil, she want-" I hear my mom speak as she walks into the room, before letting out a blood-curdling scream.

I hear the loud thumps of feet rushing closer, but feel my body slowly failing.

"Call 911 NOW!" mother screeches at what I think is my dad.

Even though my heart is in my ears, I can hear it slowing.

My eyes are closed, not wanting to see my family.

The once loud voices of my frantic family comes to only murmurs to my ears. I can feel my mothers' cold hands on my cheeks, lightly shaking my head, as if she could revive me from what is about to happen.

"Cadence, baby, please don't leave us. Stay awake for me," father cooes.

I still couldn't bring myself to open my eyes, as they would be droopy anyways, and I didn't want to face my family in this condition.

"Cad, please, I love you! I'll give you all of my ice cream every night, and I'll give you all of my action figures, and I'll-"

Tyler's pleading voice was harshly cut off by a burst of white light filling my visions.

Am I in heaven?

A/N:

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