lifeboat

37.

TW: ATTEMPTED SUICIDE

pete looked at himself in the bathroom mirror. this was it.

he took a moment to breathe for a little, to let his heart beat; he was calm. he knew what he was doing.

with a steady hand, he reached out and opened the medicine cabinet, which was behind the mirror, and extracted a single orange-tinted bottle of pills. this was it.

closing the cabinet gently, he popped off the lid and spilled the white capsules, shaking them just a bit and watching them swim like little fish in the palm of his hand. he didn't know how many it'd take to finish the job, but better safe than sorry.

better dead than alive.

pete assuredly looked himself in the mirror once more and nodded a little bit. he already looked like he was dead.

he couldn't wait to be dead.