It wasn't until a week later I could sit up straight, which according to the doctors was a miracle.
Fools. All of them.
Miracle isn't me being alive; miracle would be the day I'd leave this world for good. Miracle would be when I'd stop suffering.
I should have died in the accident. It's the only thing on my mind for the past few days and maybe I shouldn't give up so easily. After all, what's there left for me in this world?
My gaze falls on the stack of pills next to me. Why didn't I consider this before? I wouldn't have to go through all the trouble of driving off the cliff!
I grab the nearest bottle and unscrew the lid. People say when you're an inch closer to death; you see your loved ones and the most cherished moments with them. But all I see is myself being bullied, humiliated and beaten up. And that is probably why I didn't hesitate accelerating car then, it's probably why I gulp down the entire bottle without any self-perseverance whatsoever.
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Short StoryHappiness can be found in the darkest times if one remembers to turn on the light. -J.K. Rowling What if one never finds the switch to turn on that light? Or Wha...
