I hadn't slept in about a week.
I hadn't eaten in probably 2 days.
Hadn't drank water in...I don't even know how long.
I lay next to Grace, staring at the ceiling.
I drank from the whiskey bottle, thinking about what I did the previous week.
What I did to Grace's mom.
She was still here in the hospital.
Although, no doubt, she deserved it, I felt kinda bad.
After all, she was still Grace's mom. Even if she was a crappy homophobic one that probably now hated Grace even more, she was still her mom.
Her mom that has been abused by Tom, too.
She was still a human being.
She was more of a human being than me at this point.
I had almost killed her. If she had said that word one more time, I would've.
I sighed, closing my eyes.
I was reminded of the reason I hadn't slept. Every time I closed my eyes I just saw her laying there on he floor.
I opened them and sat up.
I was so tired I could hardly function.
I just wanted to sleep.
I couldn't.
Every time I closed my eyes, I saw her.
I couldn't even close my eyes without remembering what I'd done- what I'd almost done.
I went into the bathroom and pulled out what I hoped would help.
I grabbed a rubber glove and tied it around my arm and uncapped the needle.
"Sorry, Grace." I said before plunging the needle into my arm.
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Careful What You Wish For
General FictionGrace's life is crappy. Her parents fight constantly and couldn't care less about her. She deals with depression and being suicidal and an addict. The only good thing in her life is her girlfriend, Page. After her 17th birthday, she wishes for a bet...