Prologue
He flung open the medicine cabinet in his bathroom. It was filled with an assortment of
medications, from prescription drugs to over the counter aspirin. He reached in and started pulling out
bottles, without hardly glancing at their labels.
When he had a wide variety of small, plastic bottles, he scooped
them all up into his arms and carried them downstairs, into the kitchen. From the adjoining living room, Papa Roach’s
“Last Resort” could be heard playing loudly on the stereo. He had set it on repeat.
Once in the kitchen, he dumped the drugs onto the counter top and
filled a tall glass with water. He set
down the glass and sorted through the medicine bottles, opening them each and
dumping out small handfuls of capsules onto the counter. In just a few minutes, there was a
good-sized mound of pills heaped onto his counter.
He took a deep breath. It
was time.
With a shaking hand, he reached out and scooped up a handful of
the assorted colors of pills. Clasping
them in his hand tightly, he brought them up to his mouth, grabbing the water
glass in the other hand. He took a deep
breath, opened his mouth wide, and shoved in the whole handful.
Gagging, he gulped water from the glass to wash them all
down. And then he grabbed up another
handful…
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