American Horror Story: Drugs

Episode 1. Bottom Of The Bottle

To be honest, it's quite funny. Like, I mean, the way things work. As I lay in my bed, looking down at my porcelain bones peeking through my too thin skin, I really think if what I'm doing is the right thing. I mean, people told me to do it so, I'm really just doing the world a favor.

-2015 | Yukon, Oklahoma | Noon-

I'm Sydney. A 14 year old girl with long brown, beautiful hair and a body that most girls would dream for, as my mother would say. In my opinion, it's just long strands of hair. Attempts to be beautiful. Reality, I'm really just a twig with a desire to feel normal. Anyways, let's get to the main point. I'm killing myself right now, just swallowed half a bottle of ibuprofen. I always loved the idea of suicide, my mind always found it fascinating. I used to stare at the knives in kitchens and imagined how nice and soothing it would be to watch the blood of my wrist slowly ooze out and drip into the sink. Every time I cut myself, every cry for help, every medication I would get prescribed, really wasn't enough. I hate myself. So I'm happy that I grew the balls to swig down those pills. Maybe when I'm in hell, the devil will give me a cute pair of heels to wear. I heard he likes little girls with an eye for fashion. That's what I'm gonna miss the most, all the cute clothes I would wear and all the little compliments I would get from the fake shitty preppy girls at school, I'm talking about you, Chelsea.

"Sydney? Are you in there?" Says a female while she knocks on the bedroom door

Fuck. It seems that my mother has arrived home. I love my mom. She was really the only friend I had in this life. I'll miss her the most. Stephanie was such a pretty name for her, she deserved better than me, in fact, she deserves the world.

The door slowly creeps open, the mother peeks in to see her daughter laying on her bed, half way covered with the blanket.

"Sydney, wake up! It's practically almost 1 and you're still asleep. Brett's coming to visit us soon, get up sweetheart." Says the mother, Stephanie, as she walks closer to Sydneys body.

Oh mom, please don't notice that I'm fading in and out of consciousness, just let what's gonna happen, happen.

The mother kicks something suspicious under the bed, she picks it up and her eyes widen and her jaw drops. It's the half way empty bottle of ibuprofen. She drops it and screams frantically for help.

"Sydney no! Please wake up honey... don't do this to me... I need you. Please, don't leave me!" Says Stephanie as she grabs and hugs Sydneys ragdollish like body.

A bald middle aged man barges in the room, he sees the bottle and quickly snaps into action. He runs off into the living room and calls 911.

Troy. Idiotic Troy. I wish I left a note saying how much I really hated you. Make you regret all the times you made me and mother feel like shit. All the times you made mom not feel good enough as you body shamed her to the point where she refused to eat. All the times you made me feel like I was the cracks in this dysfunctional family because of my mental illnesses that I couldn't help. Now, you will be the one with the mental illnesses, you'll suffer with the fact that your own daughter is dead and how you did nothing to prevent it. Silly Troy, very silly Troy.

"Sydney wake up!!! Please!!!" Says Stephanie as she drags Sydneys body out in the hallway

Please don't rip the shirt that I'm wearing mother, I got it at the first strokes concert that me and Brett went to. It means a lot to me.