Back Trotting (247 hits)
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Submitted by Atheist Embryo (View user info) at 2006-01-16 01:42:05 EST
What used to be twelve individually wrapped sleeping pills crowded the counter in front of him. They are tiny and curiously overwhelming.
He turned on the faucet and placed one in his mouth. With a small stretch and a slight neck bend he swallowed the first one.
Coming up for more he stared at his reflection in the mirror.
"I can't do it this way, I'll be here all night." He said to himself.
Filling his palm with the remaining eleven pills he placed them all in his mouth. The bitter taste started dissolving in his mouth and he felt squeamish. Again he let out a small stretch and a slight neck bend to get some water flowing through his mouth. One large gulp later he was ready to experience it all.
"I don't feel anything yet." He said.
Placing both palms down on the counter and leaning into the mirror his breath was fogging up the mirror. His eyes focused on his pupils and he stood there watching them for ten minutes.
Soon enough he began to feel tired, his limbs felt as if lead were flowing through them and not blood. He decided to go lay down and stare at the popcorn ceiling to draw shapes in them.
Fixing his eyes on his favorite design he watched an eagle floating in his popcorn ceiling. He always thought of the idea of flying when he saw this particular shape but not tonight, tonight he was distracted.
He began to feel cold. It was seventy-eight degrees in his room but he couldn't keep his mouth from chattering.
Sitting up he turned the light off in his room and lifted up his remote. He held it for a second and pressed the power button. Soft music began to play as he felt he was ready to disappear.
Under the warmth of his down comforter he was still shivering and uncontrollably shaking. Time had been lost long ago, whenever that was, and he drifted off into sleep.
The next day he woke up to crying and a dry mouth. His bed was covered in vomit and he was sad from this failed attempt.
Her soft hands held his and she had obviously found the empty individual pill wrappers lying on the now not so crowded counter. She stared at him and her eyes were asking why.
"I'm not depressed." He told her in a muffled scratchy voice.
"Then why did you do this?" She demanded.
"Well, have you ever been so curious about something that you just had to try it? I know what life is, now I wonder what death is like." He responded.
After hearing this, a tear ran down his mother's cheek and she quietly left the room. It was the morning of his twelfth birthday.
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Submitted by Embryo (user info) at 2006-01-16 01:42:54 EST (#)
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Ever attatch the wrong picture? Fuck that's funny.