pills || lashton

one

The bathroom tile felt cold against Ashton's bare legs. It was an oddly comforting place for the boy to be, since he could simply lock the door and not deal with anything for a few moments.

It was also a sort of tradition for him; every night he would sit on the tiles and collect his thoughts. Once he had calmed himself down, Ashton would pull out the bottle of pills from under the sink and set them on his windowsill- which was right next to his bed.

This way, his family would never have to know he had them, and everything would be okay. It was the only way he'd sleep at night. Of course, it didn't seem to make much sense, but it was how Ashton's mind worked.

The boy liked options. He probably couldn't function without them.

With his pills on the small windowsill every night, he was presented with his biggest option, death.

Many people made that option sound dreadful. But for a lost boy with a sad mind, it sounded like a breath of fresh air. Even if it meant never taking a breath again.

While Ashton sat, he opened the small drawer underneath the bathroom sink, pulling out his familiar white bottle and toying with it. The label on it was completely faded, making it nearly unrecognizable; even though Ashton would never forget what the bottle looked like.

The curly haired lad sighed, standing up, and trudged back into his bedroom. Tears in his eyes, like always, he carefully placed the bottle on the windowsill.

Ashton looked out the window, staring into the night sky. He frowned, as he could see no stars. He didn't want his last night to be so... ugly.

He had already thought it through.

Not tonight, Ashton decided earlier that day, but tomorrow. I'm ending it tomorrow.

The boy simply nodded, as if the sky was telling him something - that he wasn't anything special.

He turned back around, facing his room, admiring the various band posters that littered the walls. Sighing, Ashton flipped off the light. He was more than ready to sleep, he realized, and cuddled into the black comforters on his bed.

The pills were on his windowsill, and everything was going to be fine.

Not tonight, Ashton decided earlier that day, but tomorrow. I'm ending it tomorrow.