Aesthetic short stories

listen before i go

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Take me, to the roof top

I wanna see, the world when i stop

Breathing.

It was a another long day, i finally arrived home after what seemed like years. I drop my bag, and kick off my shoes.

I don't need to remind myself constantly of what comes next, because I've been planning this for some time.

In the medicine cabinet, is a bottle of pills. Painkillers to be exact. Use to take them back when i broke my leg. I fell down the stairs from what i explained to my friends.

I jumped from a tree. But i lived and broke a bone instead of my life.

Outside my window is a ladder that leads to the roof. Stuffing the pills in my pocket, i climb out and up the metal ladder.

Cold metal meets warm hand, i make it to the top.

It's hot uphere, so humid even though it's evening time. My pony tail was frizzy and saggy, my dull green eyes glanced at my pants pocket.

Im not ok, i feel so scattered.

I stare at the lump that is the pills. Just unscrew the cap and chug right? So easy just like every movie or emotional commercial about suicide. They just make it seem like we want this. Like chugging pills will fix my life issues.

I don't want this, but at the same time i do.

I feel so compelled to just follow the steps i made up in my messy head, and be done with it.

But i just can't stop thinking about "what if this doesn't work?". Then everyone will suddenly care and wanna know why i did what i did.

I have no real answer to be honest, i just feel this would be better for everyone and myself.

No more nightmares, mental breakdowns, and anti depressants. So more pills to fix that?

Taste me, the salty tears on my cheeks.

That's what a year long headache, does to you.

There's a war raging in inside me, telling me to stick with the plan, but a voice so far away says not to. Im stuck between go and stop the churning in my stomach hurts the pain in my head throbs i feel my eyes well up.

My green eyes watched as my shaky hands pulled out the bottle of pills.

Call my friends and tell them that i love them.

And I'll miss them,

But im not sorry.

I unscrewed the lid, and brought the bottle to my lips.

Tears were slipping down like waterfalls, i close them so they don't have to see no further.

Dry painkillers in my mouth, i manage to swallow somehow.

Its been done.

It was all a blur, after minutes of taking them i felt extreme pain. My stomach was hurting, i threw up white foam.

I clenched my eyes closed, feeling dizzy.

Before i knew it, i collapse as i hear the scream of a girl.

But im not sorry.

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I wanted to make a sad story for that song for awhile. Ik its sad and probably so overused y'all are probably immuned to shit like this-