Scott's Pill

Waiting

I lie in bed, alone. Scott's out. Now I'm alone with my thoughts.

I think about just taking the pills that I got from Ale. I fight the thoughts and decide that I'd wait for Scott and not do them alone.

There's alcohol in my freezer and I take out a few shot glasses and line them up. I have Jack, Whiskey, and Vodka; my only friends for now. Three shot glasses, with three different alcohols.

One shot, two shot, three.

I lie on the floor for a while, the closest surface to me. A few hours seem like days. A few hours seem like forever. A few hours cause me to go mad.

I get pissed off and call Scott.

My slurred words and fucked up thoughts take over me.

The phone rings.

It keeps ringing.

No answer.

I throw my phone at the wall and force myself up. My mind is made up; I'm taking those pills. Well, maybe just one for now.

I climb onto my bed and wait to see what happens. I wait to see what Scott's missing out on. I just continue to wait and see.