To The End

19 Thank You For The Venom

   7 Days

    I'm scared. So scared. I'm alone, in the darkness. I can't do it anymore. I don't think I can. The nightmares, I don't want them to become reality. I don't want to hurt anyone. I never will either.

       It's time for me to go. I took the whole bottle of Oxycontin. I'm done. But I'm happy about it. I'm going to die, but they wont be the first ones to find me. I have to call the police so that I wont have to put Mikey through that.

        I dial the number in my cell, 911

"911 state your emergency"

"There's been a death"

"How do you know they are dead?"

"I killed them myself,"

"Ma'am, do you know who the deceased  is?"

"Dakota Summers"

"Ma'am, what is your name?"

I sigh,

"Dakota Summers, of course"

I hang up the phone. They are the police, aren't they? They can track me down. And it will delay them just long enough for me to die.

I left a note. I've written this so many times. But I've finally gotten it.

I can't wait for this shit to end.

        The last time, it fell apart.

I lived.

                Not this time.

    I won't let it.       

        For the rest of this day, I'll do what I've always done. What is that, you ask?

I'll sit here on the couch.

I'll read my comics,

I'll drink wine,

and I'll smoke some cigarettes.

And with that, I say goodbye.