Gabriel sat on his bed rolling a bottle of pills from side to side in his hands. They had been prescribed to him for depression, and it just made his suicidal thoughts worse.
“...Hey Sam?” he called, listening for the kitchen to grow silent, since Sam was making dinner and causing a lot of noise.
“Yeah…?” he replied, followed by the clink of him setting a bowl down on the counter. Than the scrape of a fork as he pushed it aside.
“Why do doctors give people with depression pills? I mean they have the option to just overdose on their prescription…” he said, listening to the clatter of the pills in the bottle as they rolled in the bottle.
“I...uh...maybe they just expect the pills to do their job and keep the person at least a little happy so they don’t lean on death for the answer…”
“Oh...I see,” he mumbling, ceasing the rolling of the bottle and slowly opening it so he didn’t make too much more noise. He listened to the heavy silence that had fallen, stiffening a little when Sam sighed loudly.
“Hey babe, dinner’s gonna be take a little longer, so why don’t you...watch TV or take a nap to pass the time?” Sam finally said, trying to dodge the bullet of a conversation about suicide.
“Alright...wake me up later,” Gabe answered, standing up from the bed and glancing at the doorway. He then proceeded to silently walk into the bathroom that was connected to their room.
As he closed the door he dumped a multitude of pills in his hand, then walked to the sink. He put the bill bottle down and filled the cup they used to rinse with water. With a soft sigh he walked over to the wall and leaned against it, sliding down into a sitting position.
“I love you kiddo,” he mumbled to himself as he leaned his head back and downed the handful of prescribed pills.
