His mind racing, not knowing what to think. He’s confused, not knowing what to do. He wants help, but doesn’t know how to ask. He’s trying to talk to people but they don’t care and ignore him, he’s crying for help but no-ones listening. He just wants to sit alone and cry and wait for someone to ask if he’s okay. The clock ticks, as each hour passes by he waits and waits, but nothing is to come. He doesn’t want to feel pain anymore. He glances over at his nightstand and sees a bottle. Feeling trapped and confused he opens the bottle grabs what’s inside, swallows it, thinking the pain will be numb and stop the brutal heartache. The pain is quickly numbed but he can’t stop thinking about how bad his life is, how he’s been hurt in so many ways, and how he’s hurt others. He wants more even though he can’t feel pain, I  don’t want to feel anything at all, he thought. He opens the bottle again not thinking about what’s to come and takes more. To pass time he sits up, grabs his phone, and puts something on tv. He feels a sharp pain in his chest, not thinking of what it could be, he went to the bathroom and grabbed something for the pain. He goes back to his bed and continues on with being a motionless creature. He hears a ringing noise, he looks around but can’t find its source. His vision goes blurry, he squints and vigorously blinks hoping his sight will go back to normal. He has a slight headache that swiftly grows into a pounding state. His mind goes blank, not being able to think. His hands suddenly not able to function, drops the phone. His vision recedes to nothing, his eyes crawl to the back of his head. His breathing get hard and gasps for air, but nothing is happening. His heart aches more than it did, with a longer pause than the last its beat slowly fades into nothingness.