Have you ever thought you were dreaming, when you weren't at all? That's how it felt to be in the E.R room with ten nurses standing around me, asking me why I took the entire bottle of my sleeping medication. Truth was, I didn't have an answer to tell them. Cold chills ran through my body as I tried to take the pain of all the needles piercing through my skin. I layed there on the bed, helpless, trying to go back to how I ended up here, what would soon become my death bed.
Yelling through the phone back and forth at each other was not my idea of solving problems with my boyfriend. After our huge arguement about nonsense, I ended up throwing my cell phone against the brick wall like I was the main pitcher on the Dodgers. Great. I thought. My cell phone flew into the air in tiny pieces. I stormed into the house, leaving my lovely display of plastic on the ground, and grabbed my sleeping medication. All I knew was that I needed to go to bed, and fast. I struggled to open the bottle and finally my pills came flying out. As I grabbed three pills and forced them down my throat, my fingers magically grabbed three more and once again stuffed them down my throat. I repeated those exact steps until there was nothing left in the bottle. Finally, snapping out of what seemed to be hypnoses, I realized that it probably wasn't the best idea to have taken more than thirty sleeping pills. As my body started tingling and began to lose strength, I sat on the floor in the hallway, screaming for my roommate. What seemed to be the last time my eyes would ever see again, I took one last look at everything, and finally my eyes closed shut.
...to be continued.
Yelling through the phone back and forth at each other was not my idea of solving problems with my boyfriend. After our huge arguement about nonsense, I ended up throwing my cell phone against the brick wall like I was the main pitcher on the Dodgers. Great. I thought. My cell phone flew into the air in tiny pieces. I stormed into the house, leaving my lovely display of plastic on the ground, and grabbed my sleeping medication. All I knew was that I needed to go to bed, and fast. I struggled to open the bottle and finally my pills came flying out. As I grabbed three pills and forced them down my throat, my fingers magically grabbed three more and once again stuffed them down my throat. I repeated those exact steps until there was nothing left in the bottle. Finally, snapping out of what seemed to be hypnoses, I realized that it probably wasn't the best idea to have taken more than thirty sleeping pills. As my body started tingling and began to lose strength, I sat on the floor in the hallway, screaming for my roommate. What seemed to be the last time my eyes would ever see again, I took one last look at everything, and finally my eyes closed shut.
...to be continued.
1 comments:
Sorry, I wasn't able to call you today. I just got home, and I figure it is to late to call your house at this time.
P.S. You still don't have a profile picture. If you go to my page to the 'follower' section you will see that your picture isnt there, but if you put the mouse over the blank picture it will say: jessie.Kash.
wow, you are a really good writer. while reading this it really made me feel like I was there. This must have been hard for you. I am looking forward to reading the rest. I love you, and I wish I could see you more. <3 Heather
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