Suicide and goldfish

Saved

I ran outside and tried screaming for help, but the pills were sticking to my mouth and I couldn't spit them out. I ran to my neighbor and pounded on her door. She opened it and I pushed past her, my fish still in my hands. I raided her cabinets for a glass and then her fridge for water. I grabbed a water bottle and filled up the cup. I stared at him, and he started to swim around.
"All if that for a fish?" She said.
I walked out and went to my house, into my bedroom, and to my desk, where I wrote a note.
'To whom it may concern.
Today, a goldfish saved my life.'