snapshot •josh dun

twenty eight

It was about three a.m when it happened.

Abigail had been trying desperately to call Josh, but he wasn't at the phone. She'd called five times in a row.

In and out of a manic state, she lost any control she possessed.
She was simply done.

She reached for a bottle of medicine on the desk. Nyquil to be exact. She just wanted to be unconscious. To sleep.

It wasn't long before she downed the whole bottle, and finished that off with a quarter of a bottle of vodka. That was a dumb decision, she recognized that.

The medicine was starting to affect her. She could hear her own heartbeat slowing down. She burst into tears, realizing she didn't want to die. But it was too late. Even if this didn't kill her, there was a large chance it could screw her up for life. She knew her breathing was slowing down, and she struggled for air while choking back sobs. Josh had called back, worried. When Abigail didn't pick up, he called back, frantic.

Josh called again and Abigail picked up.

"Baby, what's going on?" Josh asked.
"Josh, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to do it, I-"
"Didn't mean to do what?"
The line was only filled with Abigail's soft sobs before she cried out.

"I don't want to die. I don't want to die." She kept repeating. The line went cold. Josh knew what that meant.

"Call an ambulance okay? I cant call you one from Ohio. Stay where you are. Don't do any further damage." Josh said.

Abigail just nodded. Her eyes drooping.

"I love you."
"I love you."

The line went dead and Abigail soon called the paramedics.

She hoped she'd be okay.