The E.A. Barket Short Stories

Over Dose

I put my key in the lock of the door, pushing it open. I yanked the keys from the lock and set the keys down on the kitchen counter. Numb feeling travels through my body as I pass the wall covered with pictures. I refuse to cry for her. Heading through my bedroom I go for the little bottle of pills resting on the nightstand. It reads: ANNA MARIE'S; FOR FATIGUE, LOSS OF APPETITE AND BLOATING OR NAUSEA. DO NOT TAKE IF NOT PROVIDED BY YOUR DOCTOR. MAY CAUSE DROWSINESS AND IN WORSE CASES DEATH.
Anna was my mother, she suffered from a fatal Liver Failure. This bottle was the only thing I could grab when I rushed her to the emergency room...but it was too late. I felt something warm drip down my cheek, and I wiped away my tears. Staring at the bottle I slowly undo the cover. The pills were the size of breadcrumbs, so small you could barely see them. I dumped a couple of pills in my hand, and set the rest back on the small table. I lay down on my bed, staring and studying the small pills. I had nothing left. My mother was the only thing left and she was ripped away from me. Tears started to work there way down my cheeks again, and soon a sniffle turned into a sob. I bit my shaking lip. I will not cry for her. I violently wiped at my tears. I will not cry for her. I got up and walked into my bathroom, I opened up my medicine cabinet and took out a couple other pill bottles and dumped them out on the counter with my mother's pills. I just wanted the numb feeling to go away. I didn't mean to over dose. Or did I? I was confused and...just numb. I laided down on the bed again, and curled up with my blankets. I slowly peeked my toes out of the blanket and felt the coldness of the darkness that now surrounded me. Time slowed and the only sound was my shallow breathing. Tingling went up and down my spine like a dozen of tiny little spiders. Then my bedroom door creaks open very slowly, and light from the hallway shines through. "Hello?" I whisper in the darkness, but of course no one answers. It must of been a draft of wind. I lay back down and focus on my breathing again, and then I heard a tiny little laugh, come from within the darkness. I sit up again and look all around my room. "Angel? Is that you?" I called out to my room mate. No answer. I must be imagining things. Again, I refocus on my breathing, then my blankets fly off of me, and I jump off of my bed. My eyes wide, my breathing going from shallow to deep pants. I back towards my open closet, my arms wrapped around me. Then I felt a very warm touch to my shoulder from behind and I jump back from my closet and onto the floor. And what I see is a dark figure coming out of my closet, towering over me. "W-w-who are you?" The figure only stared at me. I took to my feet and ran out to the living room. I saw Angel sitting on the sofa, watching her late night soap operas. I tried to yell out to her, but she didn't hear me, she kept her eyes trained on the Tv.
"You're dead." I heard a dark voice say from behind me, I turned around to see the tall figure from my closet behind me.
"What?" I whispered. "Then how can you see me? Can Angel see you?"
"No, she can't. I can only see you because, you're going to hell."
My eyes widened. "No, no, no!"
"Sorry dear." But his voice didn't sound anything apologetic. He grabbed my arm, and I could see it turn to ashes slowly, The my whole body, ashes. "No!" I screamed again. Then I was gone.