I’m laying in my bed,crying as usual.Kate and i had fun,we went bowling,it was hilarious! I’m not crying because of that,no,I’m crying because I’m sick of being abused.It hurts,and i cant seem to escape,my dad and the pain.I get up and silently creep to my door.I open it quietly and make my way to the bathroom.I open the cabinet attached to the wall and find some pills.I keep thinking…should i,no,wait,yes i should.I cant seem to make up my mind.I grab a bottle that has no label and i bring it back to my room.I lay on the bed and pop the lid off the top of the pills.Their blue and white,what the hell does that mean?I empty a few onto my hand and examine them.I should try to take one,i think.No,no i should not,the other part of me thinks.This is like you see on the movies and shit.An angel on one shoulder and Satan on the other.Eh,i got the creeps just thinking about it.I reach over to my bottled water on my bedside table and open the cap.I pinch two pills in between my index finger and my thumb and toss them into my mouth,then i gulp down the water.I make a face I’m pretty sure…are pills supposed to taste like something? Ugh. These are pain killers,right? I sure fucking hope so,because if their not,I’m so screwed. I fall asleep sorta quickly…good night for now.

Please read my next story,this computer fucked up,so i saved it and now i have to go start writing another chapter,thanks

-Caitlin-