Eleven forty seven PM blinked in ruby numbers across the plastic.
My hands shook with a decent sense of reality, although my face was robbed of all it's good looks and proper features as I blankly starred at my repulsive reflection; flaws more prominent than usual.
My calloused yet soft fingers stroked the damaged flesh of my torso, ever so gently pressing in to feel the slight serge of pain climb it's way up my body.
Reece sure was satisfied with my absence to the next class, as I was clearly unconscious somewhere.
My head swam with horrendous thoughts and past occurrences, and it didn't seem to sit with my stomach too well as I collapsed near the toilet; vomiting the small amount of food I had eaten and mostly stomach acid.
A ring settled in my ears for nothing more than three seconds, signalling midnight, according to my alarm clock.
I returned to my feet, wobbling a little at the sudden rush of vertigo. My dull cerulean gaze traveled up the sink and counter to the mirror once more.
My eyelids barely lifted over glazed irises, dark half-circles smothered under my bottom eyelashes, raven fringe dipped below my black brows, lips drawn thinly into a line of numbness and dissatisfaction.
My breathing was barely audible, soft ragging pants every couple minutes was the only sign of visible life.
I closed my eyes, heartbeat palpitating loudly in my ears, only to be met with equal deafening sound as I wrenched open the mirror cabinet; knocking over several medication containers in the process; and slid the cap off of the bottle labeled 'anti-depressants' and swallowed four of them.
The instructions warn you that two is an overdose, but I couldn't care less at this point.
After downing the four pills, I chugged the glass of water sitting at the sink; the aching sensation that filled my chest began to fade in slow-motion, and I felt my whole world fall as my head hit the tiled floor in a swirl of unconsciousness.
Whether it was miss of sleep or the anti-depressants that knocked me out, I didn't give a single fuck.
A/N: I hate this chapter. It's awful and honestly just a rush of word vomit.
I got this idea of pills and stuff since I currently just took two aspirin hoping for it to take away the emotional pain I feel in my chest.
-sighs-
I need to stop being a negative nit-nit. Sorry~
How are you guys doing??? Did you like the chapter even though it was short and absolute shit? X'DD
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