Excerpt: "Screw it. I'm done," David said to his reflection. He went to his medicine cabinet and looked for the answer. What he found was a nearly full prescription for Oxy from when he broke his arm the year before. The pills made him sick so they gave him Vicodin instead. He had 27 left of the 30 prescribed of Oxy and 14 of the 30 left of the Vicodin. He combined the bottles and put the pills in an Altoids container and put them in his pocket. He put on his shoes and walked downstairs. David Clifton is a 15 year old with not much going for him. He is ordinary, obscure and, has issues at home. Soon, the things going for him won't be anymore and he will decide if continuing to live is the right thing to do.