"I don't feel comfortable taking more than one-"

        "Take it."      

        They clattered unceremoniously onto my palm.

        Was there any point to taking just one?

        Take more, and complete the job.

        It wasn't the pills that scared me.

        It was the desire.

        It was the curiosity to know more.

        The curiosity to see whether or not anyone would care.

        "Take it."

        My breath was coming faster.        

        I needed to breathe.

        They danced.

        "Take us, take us," they chant.

        So pure, and white.

        They mustn't be so bad.

        They're offering an escape.

        "Take it."

        They could take away this pain.

        Take away the void.

        Take everything.

        What of him?

        What would he say?

        "Fool," they answer.

        "He wouldn't care."

        "Take it."

        Maybe, this was the only way.

        "Take it."

        Why had I waited so long for this?

          "Take it."

        This is the only way I can get out.

         "Take it."

        The only way I can survive.

         "Take it."

        The only way I'll finally be able to breathe.

         "Take it."

        I put four in my mouth.

         "Take it."

        They swish around with the water.

         "Take it."

        More. I need more.

         "Take it."

        I have three more in my throat.

         "Take it."

        I'm crying.

         "Take it."

        I take five more.

         "Take it."

        I see him again.

         "Take it."

         I smile.

         "Take it."

        He looks so sad.

         "Take it."

        Don't be sad.

         "Take it."

        His fingers are down my throat.

        "No! Stop! Don't go!"
        
No, you were supposed to let me breathe.