The dark life

Short story

The dark life
Waking up from the bright sun shinning through the cracks of the blinds.
Not recalling the month nor date, she reached for her phone that, had not been checked for days. 
It was the 30th of May. She realized she hadn't been out of her house in weeks. She suddenly felt a sense of emptiness, a sense of fatigue, a sense of confusion. 
She had no interest nor motivation to eat or to shower. the last thing on her mind was to reply to her friends and family that had been repeatedly calling with worry. 
Thinking to herself most people my age would be at the beach letting the heat from the sun give them nice golden tans. They would be playing in the water with their friends in their two piece bathing suits. Taking pictures of all the fun times that would later be store in their brains as good memories.
She soon felt a cold and hopeless feeling creeping through her body as if, she had overdosed on some drug that paralyzed her body.
All she could do was sit in her dark room with her dark life thinking what if...
Why was she so dark? She felt her life digging itself into an deeper and deeper hole.. How could she escape? Tears started rolling down her eyes. This wasnt an unusual thing for her lately. 
Who could she turn to? She was embarrassed of her feelings. She felt already as if people thought she was useless and, lately she found herself getting so angry and agitated
About everything.
She worked up the energy to walk to the bathroom. Looking at her beautiful facial structure with her slanted eyes and long black eyelashes. Tears started falling heavily. flowing down her high cheek bones missing her chin and falling directly into her sink.
She wanted so bad for the pain the emptiness to go away.. She quickly opened the bathroom cabinet and pulled out a little pink bag. Rushing to open the bag her fingers started trembling. She unzipped the bag and pulled out a orange bottle that read on the label Percocet. She then pulled out a second bottle that was labeled zantex.
Glancing at herself on last time in the mirror and looking at her tears, she thought about all her miseries. She rapidly opened both bottles put an hand full of both pills in her mouth.
Mouth full of pills, she twist the handle to run the cold water. Cupping her hands she filled her cupped hands with water.. As water started spilling out her hands with no second thought she bend forward so her face, her mouth could meet her hands.. She opened up her mouth and took a grup 
Of water. 
Swallowing all the pills. A rush of magic rushed through her body. She said to herself it will be all over with in a few. 
Walking out the bathroom she laid on her bed starring at the dark room. Feeling herself getting weaker and weaker she knew that, what was meant for her the pain, the hopelessness, the hurt, and the pain would soon be over... Her dark life...

Reviews

[eddier123]

interesting piece. You know when I read these snippets or or stories, I always remind my self that there is a person whether behind the screen or behind the pen who is orchestrating everything. So when I read this piece, I cannot help but think that these thoughts were/could or may be real events. I hope not. Interesting and a very common situation you have depicted.

[Trigorin]

Check your spelling and grammar. This is an interesting concept but we miss out on a lot of empathy with the main character because of how short the piece is. The build-up is very sudden in this piece and I feel like you could better achieve your end by moving at a slower, more dramatic pace. Your writing is good and is mostly unstilted, but just watch those little bits. A good start. Well done.

[Kista]

Thank you for your advice. I'm new to this!

[Deuces]

I can say a few of us have been here too. This is all too realistic. Your writing paints clear pictures... as if the reader is watching a movie. This was a tight, tight piece and one that is all too common in our present world. Props once again.

[Kista]

Thanks again :)