but now everything is good.
good memories fly around his brain and find there way down to his heart and swirl in and out of his pumping lungs.
'ryland, im sorry i forgot that we were gunna go out, i promise ill make it up to you'
'ryland fuck im sorry, i was supposed to make it up to you, i was caught up in work'
but these wernt good memories at all,
they made shane look like a horrible person, when he was really the best person ryland had ever met.
tick.tock..tick.tock..tick.tock..
ryland stared up at the clock, trying to ignore the symptoms the blue pill had sent him.
indigo
violet
2 pills were left after this and they were getting worse as the time went by but he was becoming dependant on them. if he went one day without one he would shut down. the picture in his hand showed him and shane standing hand in hand looking down at the ocean, wide smiles on their face. they were once happy but now ryland cried himself to sleep everynight, if he did sleep that is. most of the time he couldnt bring himself to close his eyes for more than 10 minutes since the feeling of guilt came to him. this was his fault he needed to stop crying about something he caused. but he couldnt get over it. he wished he at least still had uno but shanes mom now took care of him for she knew the state ryland was in. but she didnt know it had grown to this extent didnt know he hadnt eaten in weeks, didnt know he sat in the same corner 24/7 waiting until the last pill left his system.
fuck his life.
*knock knock*
maybe he should just end it now
*knock knock*
he can find a gun
*knock knock*
or maybe he could cut deep enough
*knock knock*
he could overdose on pills
*knock knock*
he could tie a rope around his neck
........
silence.
he reluctantly stood up and opened the door to his room, seeing his house empty, no furniture, he walked down his stairs slowly and eyes landed on the slamming door. he unsteadily opened the door and looked down. a box sat there his address and name written on the top.
he quickly picked it up and ran to his safe area.
he opened the box and inside was a pack of razor blades.
perfect.
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PopPiNG PilLS... / SHYLAND
Fanfictionpills every colour of the rainbow; they keep the small broken boy from exploding, but he soon runs out of the cures to his shattered heart. and is left with only one more painless solution. {triggering, mentions of suicide and depressed thoughts} 11...
