One too Many

By: Callista Moon

It started out as a normal day. She woke up, took a shower, got dressed and went down to eat breakfast. Her mother smiled and asked her what she wanted to eat. She didn’t answer, simply took a slice of toast and warmed it without answering or even looking at her mother. Why should she? Just yesterday her mother had called her the most egocentric person in the world – just because she asked if it was fair that her younger sister got 250 dollars more for her birthday. Her mother had flipped; shouted at her how expensive she was. It made her feel like her parents saw her as nothing but an expense. And so she was already feeling this morning – before she even left for school.

“Remember, we have guests tonight. You have to clean when you get home from school,” her mother reminded her as she walked out to wait for the bus.

The bus tour was the same as always and after a half hour she got off the bus together with all the other schoolchildren, and went to her classroom to wait for the teacher to come.

She nodded to the other girls from her class. Soon the hall began echo with laughter and talk from the other students.

The bell rang and the teacher came to unlock the door to the classroom and start the first session.

She sighed. She had dreaded this. They had had a history-test last week and today they would be getting their grades. She knew she’d done bad and the last thing she needed on this awful day, was to be told how stupid she was.

She was right. She’d done badly. VERY badly. She had failed the test. The teacher gave her lecture in front of the whole class about how she needed to get better, then went on to the next student, who had gotten an A.

She looked out the window and wished she could just die. Right here, right now. But, as the other times she’d made that wish, nothing happened. And she’d wished for it before. Thought about it. Dreamed about it. A lot. She even knew how to do it. She knew how she could kill herself, with little or no pain. All you need is sleeping pills and vodka… She had read it in a book once.

The rest of the day passed by until it was the last two classes: . (physical education).

She HATED that class. If she WANTED to her humiliate herself, she could find other ways to do it, easily, but no, she had to take the class. And since she’d been skipping the last three times, there was no way to come around it.

She knew how her classmates laughed at her behind her back. She KNEW it! She knew that they were disgusted. But they didn’t say anything. Never. Not to her face.

She lived. At least for now. When she was out there, humiliating herself on the field, she had taken a decision; she would buy sleeping pills on her way home, and if there happened one more bad thing to her that day – then she would make sure it was the last.

She bought the sleeping pills in two of the local supermarkets – in case one wouldn’t be enough. Then she took the bus home.

She cleaned downstairs, then went up to read until the guests would arrive.

She heard her younger sister come home and could tell that the girl was in a mean mood. Not good. Her sister was very sweet when in a good mood, but… when not, her sister could be the devil herself. It was quite ironic, because it was also her sister that kept her from going over the edge in the darkest times.

She shrugged it off for the time being.

The guests arrived and she was called down to dinner.

It went well until… Her sister WAS in a mean mood. Halfway through the meal the little girl began telling all the ten guests, loudly, about how she had found ten empty chocolate-wraps in her older sister’s room, and how her older sister often went out to buy chocolate. All through it, the girl wore an little, evil, self-satisfied smile.

She felt tears welling up in her eyes and looked to her parents for help in this humiliating situation.

Her father just sat there as usual and looked around, confused.

Her mother… her mother LAUGHED. Loudly. It became too much then.

She let dinner be dinner and ran up to her room, almost tripping on her way up the stairs. She locked her door and threw herself on her bed. And then she cried.

She woke up by the noise of someone coming up the stairs. Her parents.

They went to bed, not checking on her, not saying goodnight.

She looked at the clock on her nightstand. It read 11 pm.

She waited till 12.30, then she sneaked downstairs as quietly as she could.

She went to her parents’ liquor-cabin and took out the vodka. The bottle was half empty but there should be enough.

Then she sneaked upstairs again, vodka-bottle in hand.

She closed the door to her room, found the bottles with sleeping pills and sat on the bed. Then she opened the first pill-bottle and began swallowing the pills, one by one…

When they found her the next morning, it was too late.

A/N: Okay... I wrote this about a half year ago - when I had just been in a big fight with my mon... Was really mad and depressed... Bear over with possible spelling mistakes... Other than that...

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