Remembering Her

Prologue

Walking up to his door was one of the hardest things I had ever done.
Maybe he would read the note and not even care.
Maybe he'd care and try to stop me.
Yeah right.
The first scenario seemed more likely.

Nonetheless, I walked up to his front door and set the note down in front of it. In it would explain my reasons. Reasons he probably wouldn't care about, but still, leaving a note felt right. And he was the only one I could leave it for.

Turning on my heel, I walked back down the driveway and across the street.

Arriving back at my house, I kicked off my shoes just inside the door and called out to see if anyone, miraculously, was home. To no surprise, thanks to my very careful planning of this day, no one was home.

I walked up the stairs to my room, closed and locked the door, and fetched my stash from it's hiding place on the shelf. The lock on my door was a feature I had begged my parents for since my brother sleepwalks and kept coming into my room in the middle of the night. I then brought my supplies with me as I sat on my bed.

Opening the box in which I kept them in, I poured out all thirty-two pills I had stashed away from the households different medications. I had figured out the approximate amount needed of each, and had doubled it. Couldn't be too sure with me I guess. It was my life in the balance. I guess you could call it a, life or death situation.
Not a time for a joke? I agree. Because this was no joke. It was real. And it was happening, now.

Grabbing my water bottle from beside my bed, I split the pills into four, easy to swallow, groups.

He would be getting home soon. I wonder what he'll think. I wonder if some small part of him still cares. Probably not.

With that thought, I started downing the groups, each with their own mouthful of water. Until I had finally, swallowed the last group.
Putting the water bottle back, I changed into some pyjamas, laid down on my bed, and fell asleep for the last time of my too-short life.