I know that I'm crazy. I have a family who loves me, two actually. I mean how can one be so greedy and crave so much more. Want to know an interesting fact? I've had depression for almost seven years now and it popped out of nowhere. If I had to describe it, it would be like boys in high school. It plays with you, leaves you, and when you are over it, it pops right back out of nowhere.
So here I am in the bathroom with a fresh bottle of painkillers, a water bottle and the urge to end everyone's misery. I open the top cheering myself on. Only the weak can't kill themselves. I'm too strong. I pop out five and open my water swallowing them down with ease. The next five don't go down as easy though. The ones that don't go down leave a bile taste in my mouth. I pop in three more before I finish the water bottle and refill it in the sink. Seven more and I hit twenty. I barely feel my body as I swallow five more. I'm close to polishing off half the pills when David barges in.
"Hey, sis! Do you have any...?" He looks down at my hand and sees the pills. I swallow them fast and hope he doesn't notice. "What are-" That's all I hear before everything becomes black and silent.
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