I got up for school two hours early.
It was those antidepressants I had been taking, they kept me up and left me sulking.
They weren't helping at all. They wore off quick and when they did I'd drop lower than before.
They weren't prescribed, just some cheaply ones I had gotten for now.
It's not that I didn't have the money to get the real ones, it was more me being stubborn.
I got it into my head that it was all the hormones of puberty. That's what it was. It had to be. What other reason was there for me to be feeling that I was sinking?
I didn't think much of it at first, but then I started to think weird. Like death was everywhere and I wanted it to take me.
When we drove around the first thought in my mind was, I hope that truck hits us. I hope it hits me.
It had to be something minor though so I bought some pills from a guy at the pharmacy who gave prices to desperate people, and started taking them.
They made me feel like crap, but I had to keep up the smart kid act.
I got up and dressed in a long sleeve shirt and jeans, leaving me time to take my morning dose.
Hopefully it'll be enough for today.
I walked to the bathroom and looked at myself in the mirror.
Still looking like shit, are we?
I opened the cabient and pulled out one of the pill bottles.
I held it in my hand and opened it.
Empty.
Crap I forgot to refill it. I couldn't get anymore until at least thursday.
I searched the cabinet furiously.
There had to be more in here. Come on I know it's in here.
Nothing.
I sank down to the bathroom floor crying in angst.
I had thrashed around more than I thought. There was bottles and the contents held in them scattered across the floor.
I reached for a medium sized container. It was my backup jar.
I poured all I could into my hand.
I didn't care how much it was as I swallowed down a load of pills.
My eyes had tears of relief welling up as I laid back against the tub and let my head fall.
Kevin?
My mother called.
Kevin? You alright?
She walked in as I was leaving consciousness and screamed.
KEVIN!? OH MY GOD! PAUL, CALL 911!
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