• I leaned over the toilet, and puked blood. The coppery taste filled up my mouth. I looked down at the bathroom floor and stared at the half empty pill bottle. The pills sickly powers had consumed my body quickly. Iciness filled my body as if someone had imprisoned me with in a large freezer. My skin crawled and my vision blurred while blood slowly dripped from my mouth. My breathing grew ragged as my hallucinations grew more vivid by the second. They laughed at me as I began to puke more blood. My head spun in circles; unable to focus and my eyes grew droopy.

    Close to death, I fell to the bathroom floor. Blood spilled from my mouth, and my hand rested on the pill bottle. I closed my eyes and sighed. I thought I was ready to die. Things grew quiet, and the soft creaks of the bathroom sounded like echoes. I heard light footsteps, a voice calling my name. Has death found me? Am I dead already? Where was the pain? Where were all the happy memories flashing though my mind? Where was the light at the end of the tunnel? I hear the bathroom door open. No! I realize I’m not dead yet. Please don’t let her see me like this please. Her scream shatters my dying heart. I feel my head slowly lifted on to her lap. She holds my face as she weeps. I feel her warm tear drops against my cheeks.

    Faintly I hear a voice, not my own whisper to me. Courtney breathe deep, taste life, breathe deep. Slowly I open my eyes, where they meet there green water filled ones. Her pink cheeks were stained with tears, and her lips were covered with my blood as if she had breathed life back in to me. Her lips trembled. “Courtney” she said “just keep breathing.” I took at deep breath. “I love you Courtney…. Everything is going to be ok now, him here.” “Ok I said I love you too.” That’s when knew I had though wrong; I wasn’t ready to die ….. Not just yet.