By now my whole bathroom is trashed. I paced back and forth stepping on glass, but it didn't matter. Nothing mattered. I couldn't hold on to this life anymore. I just can't.
I starred at myself a thousand times in the broken mirror. I pressed my hands against the cool marble counter top.
"They don't need me. They'll be fine. "
I opened the mirror to come face to face with the small orange cylinders with the white safety tops. My bloody finger tips grazed it taking it out and then another and then another until three pill bottles were on the sink. I closed the cabinet now facing my biggest demon.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~who is it???
