How the hell did she end up like this? Her legs had given out, causing her to slump down against her bathroom sink. She panted, her nails digging into the cabinet as she pressed her head against it, sobbing at the realization of what she had just done.
Not just done- Hell, she had did it.. a few minutes ago. She wasn't sober, not at all, when she picked up the opioids. Fuck. Why did she do that? What the hell made her act on that rash thought chain?
She cried into her hands. She didn't scream, she didn't let any noises out that she didn't muffle first. She wasn't going to disturb the flow of her household. Her body was collapsing piece by piece. She couldn't feel most of her body, and with the only remaining parts she could feel- her head and her hands.. barely, she made the decision to call 9-1-1.
..No. She was already dying. She knew the signs of an overdose from the last time she had tried doing this.. which, was around 13 years ago. She was doing so well. What the fuck had she just thrown all her progress away for?
There was nothing that could be done to slow the process of death down, or at least, that's what she thought. She spit some foam out of her mouth, feeling her senses start to go into a sense of overload.
She shakily reached out, gripping tightly onto her phone and bringing it a bit too close to her face. The bright screen pierced her already stinging eyes, continuing to burn them more and more as she typed in her pin. It was easy, it was Faye's birthday. She'd never forget that, even in her dying moments.
She felt sick. She had just reached Mischa's contact information, but before she could press 'call', had to snap around. She threw up, clutching onto the sink cabinets as she did. She wasn't stupid enough as to not be able to aim into the toilet, she wanted to be clean if she was going to die. Flushing the toilet, she rid of that horrifying mess.
Her forehead clashed with the cabinets, her eyes fluttering shut. She thought about a lot of things in her last moments. How slow and excruciating this was. How she didn't want to die. How stupid she was for doing that.
She'd miss her husband. She started to sob again, thinking of him and Faye. She started to tremble even more than she already was as she thought of the life she'd never get to have. It flashed right in front of her eyes, as if they were memories she already had. They seemed so natural. It only hurt her to remember that they were all made up- that they'd never happen.
Tears rolled out of her eyes until her body went cold. Even then, some spare ones could be seen falling off of her loose chin and onto her phone, that was still on that one contact page.
The rattling of a doorknob could be heard by no one's ears but Faye's a bit after. The 14 year old had just gotten home from school- He wanted to take a shower. He had just gotten.. well, jumped, as usual, and he needed to wash up, or at least wipe down his wounds. Seeing as they kept the medical aid in there, he pushed open the door.
He didn't look towards the ground until he had almost tripped over the pill bottle that laid there. Looking down, his heart stopped. When it started beating again, it beated fast. Faster than anyone's heart should have.
He grabbed at Kashmiya's phone, wiping the tears off of it and acting fast. He immediately dialed 9-1-1, trying to wake up his mother as he screamed into the phone. It was a horrible night- He had just gotten beaten, badly, and then had to come home to this?
"Mom.." Those were his last words to her lifeless body before she was wheeled away by the paramedics that were sent to the house. Of course, the was already dead. That was obvious- however, they still needed to do things with her body.. tests, or whatever. Faye didn't know. He was too scared to think rationally.
She was gone. And he would, most likely, have to be the bearer of bad news.
He hugged himself, sobbing as he stood alone in the house, not able to forgive himself for not getting home sooner.
He'd join her eventually. He didn't know it at that time, but that'd come very soon.
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General Fiction𓂃 ࣪˖ ִֶָ𐀔 id say i was sorry for these if it wouldn't make me a liar. this is just a bundle of my saddest stories! glad i have the opportunity to share 'em all this isn't one huge story! this is a bunch of short stories. don't get confused now!
