The freckled, green eyed, seventeen year old brunette left the store quickly, trying to get out the door before anyone saw her.
"Peyton!"
Shit.
She turned to see her co-worker, Tess.
"Hey Tess," she replied.
"How come you heading out so soon?" Tess asked her
"I got to get back to my parents, they'll be expecting me back by five," Peyton answered, opening the door.
"Oh, that's fine, I'll let Sam know," Tess said. Sam was the manager and was so awesome if one got on his good side.
"Thanks Tess. I'll see you tomorrow," peyton waved quickly as she walked out and Tess returned it.

She got home just on time. Five-o'clock.

"Mom! Dad! I'm home!" She called as she put her bag down on the couch and took off her shoes.

"My day was fine. How was yours?"

"That's great! I'm proud of you Dad!" she exclaimed happily.
She walked into the kitchen and opened the fridge, "Mom! You look so beautiful today. Did Dad tell you that?"

"Well he should have," she laughed.
Peyton reached into the fridge and brought out a tray, laid it on the table, sat down in front of it and continued the conversation.
"Dad, you told me that joke last night, remember?" She said.

She laughed, "You are so weird Dad."

"Oh! Right, I got something to show you guys!" She got up and went back over to her bag, pulling out a package she had picked up earlier.
She brought it back and placed it on the table next to the tray.
"Go on! Open it!"

"Why not?"

"Oh! Hold on," she got up from the table and went back into the kitchen, opened the fridge and brought out another tray. She placed it on the non-occupied side of the first tray and sat back down again.

"...Do you like it?"

"Really?"

"Oh my god, thank god. I thought I bought the wrong thing!"

"Your welcome Dad."

"Don't worry Mom, it didn't cost as much as you would think," Peyton laughed.

The night continued like this, the conversation consisted of what she did in school, how work was, how her friends were and just family getting along.

Peyton loved every second of it. She never wanted it to end.

Eventually, after dinner and a shower, she sat back down and began to talk with them again. She just loved to talk to her parents. She could say anything and they would never judge her, they were her best friends.

She yawned. "Yeah, I should better get to bed."

"What? Oh, yeah!" once more she got up from her seat and went into her room to find her pills. She found them where they always were, next to her school books.
She put one on my tongue and swallowed. She'd had them long enough to not need water to help her swallow the pill.

She came back into the dining room.

And screamed.

There on the table were two trays and an unopened package.
One tray held the heads of her parents, their glossy eyes staring at her but seeing nothing. On the other tray were their severed arms, the stumps sewn up so they wouldn't bleed.

Peyton came to a realisation...her parents were dead. And she lived on her own...

The pill. It was the pill. She kept forgetting not to take the pill.

The pill ruins everything.

She picked up one tray at a time and put them back in the fridge. They would rot if she didn't. Then she took the package and put it in the cupboard above the sink.

She went to bed, whispering and reminding myself, 'They'll be there tomorrow. We'll have another conversation tomorrow. Everything will be alright.'

Everything will be alright....