I sit on the floor as my pill bottle stares back at me. It mocks my very being. I turn the bottle around, the sound of tablets clashing around had a taunt to it. It was as if they were speaking to me...
*"Such a coward"*
*"Selfish bitch"*
*"You're supposed to be the happy reliable one"*
My thoughts are too loud, maybe it would silence it, after all, I had everything planned. I just.. can't go through with it. I stare into oblivion.. maybe if things were different, maybe if I didn't feel like this, maybe, maybe, maybe— there's no use in maybe, there's only now. How many people had lost this battle, how many people would've begged for life? I continue to stare at the pills but now? My problems don't seem so big anymore. I throw the pills aside and look at my mirror, determined for once. I'm not going to lose this battle. Not today.
Yippie hoped you liked this little blurb, I kinda want to get into story writing, also pls give me any tips, I would love some constructive feedback so I can make it better 🤔
