Prologue

I head towards my bed after jamming a shoe under my door to prevent entry from the outside. I neatened up my room earlier, I can't say why. I suppose I'd just like to die somewhere clean. I've already written a note to leave on my bedside table with my most valuable possessions. The note contains everything they will need to know.

 

I take the small container of pills and twist it open. How ironic that I would use something supposed to make me feel better to take my life.

 

I don't waste any time, I lay down on top of the bed and tip the entire contents of the container into my left hand. I take a deep breath.

 

There's something strange about the way this feels. Knowing that in just a matter of minutes I am going to die, after sixteen long years of being alive, seeing things, hearing, smelling, experiencing. There is going to be nothing. Years of being taught at school, being prapared for nothing. What a waste of time.

 

For a moment, I'm scared.

 

I shove the pills into my mouth.

 

No last words. No surprise rescue. Just me - dying as my stomach churns around in the most unbelievable pain imaginable.

 

I wonder if I took enough? Maybe I won't die, and I'll just be immobile the rest of my life.

 

After waiting through a few more agonizing minutes, my vision begins to fade and I can feel my heart beating irregularly. I can't see anything anymore.

 

I let the nothing take me over.

 

This is the end of Ara Anastasia Bannister.

 

Author's Note

Honestly, I'm very new to writing so any advice is appreciated :)