The next morning,
I woke up and walked downstairs and found her,
Asleep.
Nothing unusual.
Except she was asleep next to the staircase.
On the floor,
With a bottle of pills in hand.
A silent scream played in my head.
Only a small gasp left my mouth.
I walked over and picked the pill bottle up.
After taking it to her purse,
I tried waking her up.
She didn’t move.
A part of me wanted to dial 911.
Another part of me wanted to let her die.
I glanced at the clock.
It was 8:10.
I was going to be late to school.
Ugh.
Did she overdose?
I’m assuming that’s what happened.
Although, I’m not sure.
I groaned and kicked the wall.
The responsible part of me called the cops.
I didn’t tell them I suspected overdose.
By the time they arrived,
It was 8:20.
Definitely going to be late.
I never skipped school,
But that day I decided to stay home.
“Did you find her like this?” an officer interrupted my thoughts.
“Yeah, I came down to go to school,
And she was just lying like this,” I said.
“Any idea why?” he asked, with an eyebrow raised.
Clearly, he could see that she was fucked up.
Hell, anyone could see that.
I shook my head and pretended to be completely oblivious.
Then I remembered the noise from last night.
“I heard a loud thumping noise last night,” I said,
“As I was going to sleep. I didn’t think much of it.
Especially because this is a townhouse and I can always hear others.”
“So you think she fell down the stairs and became unconscious?” he asked.
He didn’t buy the story.
Could I blame him?
“Yes,” I muttered.
The officer pulled his hat up away from his eyes.
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ephemeral life.
Teen FictionLaney is your average seventeen year old girl. She's smart, pretty, and has even dealt with her fair share of bullying. She's also extremely awkward--so bad, that she cannot even talk to people in real life. Behind the computer screen, though, tha...
