Stories I made last year that I can't just leave unintended

Death by Pills

((Yo, this story contains suicide elements so if that makes any of your guys uncomfortable then I suggest you all skip this one.))

One pill.

Within my purple, shaking hand was a single ordinary sleeping pill.

I didn't hesitate to put the pill within my mouth and swallow it raw.

I paused for a moment, letting the small capsule run down whatever was down my throat and breathed a bit.

I sat at the coach for a moment before I got the bottle and took another pill out with my hand and swollen it raw.

Something went through my mind while I took another pill in my mouth.

I was against the wall of the kitchen as I saw my mother took her eighth pill before we both went to bed, she was crying profusely as her mascara ran down her face.

I held my breath as I almost choked on the pill and swollen it anyways, I then got two more pills in my decaying hand and put it in my mouth.

I was shaking but I kept going on.

My father banged my mother's head against the wall as I watched on in horror, Ryan was crying in his crib because he didn't get his bottle that was across the carpet.

I took another two pills in my mouth and swallowed, somehow two salty tears ran down my rotting face as choked up the pills out of my throat and onto my purple hand.

I felt my whole body convulse backward as the air within my was rushed out, my peachy hand was immediately grabbed my Michael's tan one as a sharp snap was heard in the room. I laid across the claw that was around my waist, I couldn't move, the clown before me looked surprised, Michael was crying like the boy he always was.

I swallowed the pills again, my cheeks extended to the point that one part of it ripped open and caused one of the pills to fall off and land on my shoulder.

There were sounds of children yelling in excitement nearby as the claw let go of my waist and just let me fall to the ground; I couldn't move. As the kids came in, one by one all of them confused and scared of myself sprawled across the ground with an almost impossible position, Michael yelled at them to call an ambulance.

I got the pill that was across from my shoulder and swallowed it, covering the hole in my cheek and letting the tablet journey through my body.

I was crying, the shock of my disfigured self must be caused me to not scream out in pure agony, I could only look at the clown that was on stage. She looked at me with her blue eyes, even with her permanent smile and rosy cheeks, she looked empty in a way.

I got five pills and swallowed them, again, my mouth began to feel numb as the feeling of my fingers started to get cold.

The doctors all said that I was paralyzed from the waist down, I couldn't move both of my legs, all I could do was lay down against the bed as my parents cried, Michael, holding a very fussy Ryan in his thin arms. All I could do was look at all of them with my dull green eyes and cry too, I was so scared.

I held my mouth closed as it ached and pulsed as I took a couple more pills, I didn't know how much but it was a lot, my vision was getting blurry.

I began to have nightmares of the incident, the clowns, her smile, that sharp claw, my screaming, Michael crying, blood, my own body lying across the floor in a dysfunctional form. I would always wake up shaking, crying, terrified, and even uncomfortable with the wet sensation on my bed.

I threw up, somehow I did, all across the carpeted floor before me, my stomach churning and rumbling in pain as I coughed out the remains onto the brown mat.