The Day I Died

by E.B. Black

When the first few went down, I was in shock. I couldn’t believe I was actually going through with this, but the next pills swam down my throat much more easily. I swallowed all of them without thinking as I cried. I knew I should stop, but once I started, I figured it was too late and my body did the rest of the motions automatically. I told myself it would all be over soon.