2. get pills
I opened my cupboard door, looking for the next thing on my list.
Inside were pills of my old medication.
Stuff for schizophrenia, depression, anxiety and insomnia stacked in neat rows.
I picked a box up and slide out a half empty sheet of pills.
My fingers released one and help the small white disk in my hand.
It was funny, I thought as I poked it around my palm.
How such tiny things could control life and death.
Taking a few makes you better.
But a lot makes you worse.
I could take a few now. Maybe if they help I won't have to go through with my plan.
I could tear up the list.
I could wait for Phil until my lungs gave out.
I didn't have to kill myself.
No.
Phil's not coming back.
He's never going to wake up no matter how long you wait.
The pills will only make you worse - remember how horrible it was when you started taking them?
If you take any now there won't be enough to do the job when you want them.
Don't back out now.
You have it all planned out.
I nodded, quietly placing the pills back into the box and closing the cupboard door.
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Wordless Conversations // Phan (sequel to Bring Me Home)
FanfictionDan's better now. He's been clean for over a year. He takes his medication and his relationship with Phil is going strong. But then one day something happens. A terrible accident. Dan visits everyday, but with Phil in a coma, can Dan keep himself to...
