1...2...3...4...5...6...7...8.....9...10...11...12... 12 pills...
I'll save the last two just in case Mom gets a head ache.
I stared at the white pills for what felt like forever. On the warning label it said not to take more than 8 pills per day.
Would I die from this much? Or did I need more?
If I really wanted to die I would have already killed myself...right?...But maybe I'm waiting for something before I die... What about my dreams? My goals? The people I care about? I continued staring at the pills. I started to laugh.. I'm...crazy...I need therapy..Or maybe I think I'm crazy and maybe I just want to be crazy!
What about little Nicky, my sister? What about my dad? I'll be seeing him tomorrow. Do I want to do this to them? What about this...and that...and...?
I sighed and started to put the pills back inside one by one...
12...11...10...9...8...7...6...5...4...3...2.....1....0....0 pills
Infinite possibilities-A writer's guild
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