Pills. In my hand, cap on the floor. My eyes staring down at them. I could just pop them in my mouth and be done.

All my problems will go away. No one will even care.

Not even John.

Right?

He bullies me. So there's no chance he would care. One less person for him to pick on.

So why can't i just douse these dumb pills? Why am i hesitating to end my problems and make everyone happy?

Is it because someone at there will care? Will some person out there cry over my death? Is me being dead gonna affect anyone?

I frown at the pills.

I purse my lips.

And throw them on the floor.

No.

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I didn't kill alex are y'all happy :3

Sorry i keep making these chapters short ;-;

-hiL