Warning: drugs, het
Epiphany: Thoughts of the Broken- IS THIS IT?It started a few years go. Just before the beginning of med school. I didn't even take the gateway. I just jump in. At first it was just a small pill. Something to say up after many nights of studying. The days seemed to be not long enough. I needed more. More time. Time to finish. I never knew what but I had to finish.
Being away from everyone makes me even more depressed. I know what causes depression. I know how to fix it. With talking and more pills. This beautiful blue pill seems to smile at me as I roll it between my fingers.
'Come on.'
It whispers to me.
'You're never alone with me'
Oh it had such a good sense of reason. I place it in my mouth. Brushing it against my teeth. I taste the bitter powder. I lean against my bed downing the drug. I wait quietly I know what's coming. I tap my hands against my knees. I look at the clock. Only a minute has passed. I stand up pacing back and forth.
I hear a knock on my door. I turn to answer it. It's some guy I met. I have already forgotten his name. That doesn't matter as he smiles to me shaking a bag in front of my face. I step back letting him in. As long as he has goodies he can stay as long as he would like.
He jumps onto my bed taking off his coat like this was his place. It can be for tonight, but in the morning he will have to leave because I have school. He reaches into his baggy pulling out a pill bottle. Saying something about all the wonderful pills inside. I pay him little mind as I go into my dresser dower pulling out some cash.
I receive the bottle and he receives the money. Everyone's happy. Well almost, as I see him still sitting on my bed. I know this. He has something new he wants me to try. I take the new pill and pop it. I lay down next to him. The first pill starts to go threw my system. I wiggle my hands in front of my face. I have ten fingers. I wiggle my toes I have ten toes. I have twenty digits. But really I have only four fingers and two thumbs.
I hear the phone ring in the distance and pay it little mind. There was something about the phone though. I just can't remember. My "drug dealer" for the night pats my head in a playful manner. The pat echoes in my head. It is also safe.
I close my eyes feeling the room around be disappearing into just movement. My desk lamp bounces in a fast motion. My door wiggles side to side. My chair moves exotically. And my bed rolls like the ocean. It's so peaceful.
I woke a few hours later. I notice I'm still on my bed. Flashes of what happened entered my mind. I can't believe I did that. It doesn't matter as I smile to the pill bottle. The bottle responded by rolling off my desk. I'm confused for a second then I hear a hard pound. So that's why I woke.
I roll onto the floor. What a soft floor I have. And it smells so nice. The floor echoes. Oh that's right the door. I reach for it. It's not coming any closer. Why isn't it? I stretch further. Darn. It didn't want to be opened oh well. I close my eyes. I feel a rush of air against my hair.
"Ami!" I hear some one yell in the distant. "Ami…stay with me." The room grows dark. I hear the faint sounds of sirens in the back round. Are they coming for me? Am I dying? I feel light. That's when I see the light. No it can't end this way.
Is this it?
A/N: So was it pain full? I wanted to get their own styles of telling stories…so anyway… like it, hate it?