Killer stepmother

"W-what happened?" I ask holding my head slightly. There was this huge pounding on the side of my head that was now a high pitch ringing in my petite ears.

"You fell hun, are you alright?" My step mom asks with a gleaming light of hope in her deep hazel eyes.

She smiles at me sweetly and saunters into the kitchen and then out of sight. I fall back down onto the couch titling my head to the slight right.

My eyes flicker open and closed repeatedly for a few minutes until my eyes land on a blur of white. When my eyes finally focus on the object, I realize it's a bottle with a label wrapped around it.

I slowly pick myself up off the couch and slowly crawl over to the coffee table in the middle of the living room. I reach out and pick up the white bottle.

It's cold, almost like a bar of ice. I run my slim fingers over the thick wrapper around it. I turn it around to look at the words written on it.

I gasp at shock. It says my name on it. But there's only one problem, these aren't my pills. I don't remember being prescribed pills, yet my name is right there written in front of me.

I drop the bottle and it makes a loud clunk noise as the pills spill around in it. My eyes start to close slowly and I feel my body crash to the floor. The last thing I hear before I black out for good is the faint footsteps of my step mom's high heels....