I stare at the empty pill bottle before me. I flip the orange release in my hands, unscrewing and screwing the cap on and off again. I refilled it early this morning when the fog still rested on the road. All those tiny white pills slipped down my throat and now rests in my stomach, i think. I don't remember much about anatomy. So who knows when those deadly pills will get there.
Truthfully, I didn't think I could get this low, sitting in my filthy trash filled room with only the light streaming in from the crack underneath the door. I used to play soccer everyday of my life, practicing when out of season and winning games when in season. I had a full ride in college until IT happened.
My dad stumbles in the living room, causing something to break with a loud crash, most likely mom's favorite vase that sits on the table. Well, sat on the table. Profanity tries to leave his mouth in angry shouts, but really all I hear is jumbled words. I smile at the fact that after a couple of hours i wont have to deal with sleepless nights anymore caused by his noises and the nightmares. Soon, all i'll be getting is sleep, which ironically, hasn't been my favorite thing lately.
Everything went downhill pretty drastically around here after it happened. We were all pretty messed up. I lost my soccer scholarship obviously. Mom couldn't handle it anymore and just left in the middle of the night with just a note that said sorry. Some mother she is, but i can't really hold it against her. After reading the note, dad went on a drinking rampage.
I close my eyes and lean back on the pillows on my twin sized bed. Automatically, like every time i close these eyes her face appears before me. It was a normal morning, two months ago, a foggy morning when i saw the fog dance....
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