⁏⁏ characters: callie kaur, (mentions of) harmony kaur, (mentions) of noemie leilani, (mentions of) carrie woods
⁏⁏ inspiration: pain shopping by grandson, overdose by grandson
⁏⁏ tw: pills, attempted overdose, severe withdrawal
I was running low on medication again.
Fuck.
And for some reason, this was a "good thing" to Noemie. Saying it'd stop me from overdosing. But she didn't get to dictate what the fuck I did, neither did Carrie, who of course had to fucking agree with her.
So now I was here, rummaging through an abandoned pharmacy, with my thoughts racing a mile a minute and sweat running down my forehead. Sure, I was going through withdrawal, but it didn't matter.
It never mattered. I just needed this to be gone. I needed this feeling of emptiness, of worthlessness, of just utter despair to go away. I had been looking for my sister for months. Months. And no signs of her had came up.
I was beginning to think she was dead.
And maybe I was about to be too. I eventually located an orange bottle, but growled when I realised it was empty.
Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck.
I can't fucking take this. I just.
I can't.
My hands trembled as my vision blurred, my head spinning. Everything was going wrong. Everything.
Then something snapped.
I grabbed the nearest bottle.
It was full.
Oh my God it was full.
I forced it open, the plastic nearly splitting under the force of my hand. I downed all the pills.
Then I realised.
I made a big fucking mistake.
My darting eyes focused on the label.
Xanax.
I just took a full bottle of Xanax.
I stumbled on my feet as the overdose took effect almost immediately. Oh fuck. I was going to die, wasn't I?
