Andy heard the door opened and before she could brace herself, pain erupted in sides and back.
The man kept kicking her until she could barely breathe.
"You are no one". He kept repeating.
Andy had no emotion on her face. It was blank.
He dropped a bottle of pills next to her and a swift kick to her gut.
"You know what you need to do. No one cares about you anyways".
Andy looked up at him, and realized he was right. This is the only way. No actually cared.
She twisted open the bottle and just stared at the contents.
Sleeping pills.
She took one out and looked at it.
She popped it into her mouth.
Then another.
And another and another.
She didn't even notice the man leaving the room.
Soon she was down with the whole bottle, and was starting to lose focus.
She thought of reasons to stay, but she couldn't think of one.
Andy was done.
Done with fake smiles, done with hurting people, and being hurt.
Done being cheated on, done being second choice.
Done.
Andy faded into pitch black.
