Greetings from Death Himself: A short story

"I can't live like this anymore", I thought to myself as all the memories of anything and everything I've ever done wrong, whenever I ever disappointed someone or hurt them started to cloud my mind. I just wanted it all to end, only for one night, hell, even only for a moment.

As I stumbled my way towards the medicine cabinet I felt nothing, empty and numb. It felt as though time had stopped as I stared at the pills before me. After what felt like a lifetime, I grabbed a whole lot of them. As I was stumbling back to my room, I noticed the liquor cabinet half open. Without a second thought I grabbed a bottle and continued my journey.

Once I entered my room I switched off the lights before collapsing on my bed. Found my phone and scrolled through my songs till I found the playlist I was looking for. Once the music started playing, I felt a single tear racing down my cheek. The feeling of being free crawled closer and closer. My heart pounded against my chest as I swallowed the pills in one go and burned my throat with the liquor that followed.

As my head starts to spin, I can feel my heart beating like a drum in my head. The music starts to fade in the background as I rest my head on the pillow. The tears raced down my face soaking my pillow with the secrets and pain I kept locked away.

My heartbeat grows weaker, just barely beating, a smile crawls its way across my face, as I see death waiting with open arms. With my final breath, I said my final words,

"Now I can be free"

*This is just something I thought of before school and thought it might be a good idea to share some short stories that pop in my head. *

Thanks to my beautiful editor to help with changing some words and making it sound better. Love ya*

*Hope you like it😁*