He was finally getting help. It was 2 am when he texted his sister who also had anxiety and depression, that he wasn't okay. She told their mom about it, and she said she would get a doctors appointment.
One day, the boy and his sister were driving to his sisters old house which was an hour away. They were talking about how the appointment would go.
His sister says, "I don't know how you will get a prescription if you can't even take pills."
His mind flashes back to sixth grade where he took 25+ pills in his bedroom while crying into his pillow. "As long as I have yogurt or applesauce, I can take them."
She left it at that, not bothering him any more. He was grateful. He just stared out of the window, still thinking about 6th grade.
*flashback*
It was two years ago, in February. He was dating an older woman and she made him feel safe. His depression still came through though. He had went to the school guidance counselor but she didn't care. His depression was becoming stronger while weakening him. His suicidal thoughts were overpowering. He texted his girlfriend and best friend. He said he was sorry. Then he opened the old Valentine's Day chocolate box where the pills were. They were a mixture of them all. He just kept taking them. One after the other. It hurt his throat. He never took pills with plain water. Tears were streaming down his face as he swallowed the last one. He lost count after 25. He didn't care.
*flashback over*
"You okay?" His sister suddenly asks.
"Yeah, I'm fine." He replies as he thinks of suicide again.
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stories to make you cry (discontinued)
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