My life would have been cut short if it wasn’t for that hasty intervention by fate.

I ran home from school.  No one was home, I opened the garage door knowing the code. ‘1023’ I thought to myself.  I ran inside and locked all of the doors, I closed the curtains and kept the lights off in case someone looked inside.  The medicine was locked up in a cabinet in my parent’s room, she forgot to lock the cabinet. I smiled to myself. “I can do this” I thought to myself.  I grabbed two bottles of pills and jogged to my bathroom in the main hall.  I opened the bottles with shaking hands and popped handfuls and handfuls of pills into my mouth, swallowing them with water in a lid from a cup we had lost forever ago.  I fell asleep slumped against the bathtub, a smile on my face as I drifted into an eternal sleep. Or so I thought.

I woke up in a hospital, tears running down my face knowing that I failed.  I was so tired, so tired. I fell asleep and woke up in an ambulance, I was being transferred to a different hospital.  I then realized how sad people would be if I had succeeded.  I didn’t care and I still don’t.  I know I will try again, I just don’t know how soon.  I will succeed.  
Goodbye.
Forever.