My eyes opened. I looked around. I was in my room. It was just a dream. My arm stung. The sheets were covered in dry blood and my arm had a scar. That was more than just a dream. I went into the bathroom to wash the blood off. The pills were still there- begging me to swallow every one. I pick up the bottle. Shaking, I throw the bottle at the mirror. "NO!" I scream. The bottle collides with the mirror and it shatters. I sink down to the cold floor with tears running down my cheeks and hit the floor. The pill bottle rolled to my feet. I stood up and ran out of the bathroom. I left a trail of blood as I ran to my bed. Picking the shards out of my feet.
