chemical death

Suicide?suicide?
no no no nope no no no no no no no NO NOT FUCKING POSSIBLE.
"where's neon" i ask
"a-at a bar why"
"what bar"
"the danger nights bar. Why?"
"i need to talk to Neon. "
as soon as i walk out i feel the hot tears streaning down my cheeks. I hate showing my emotions. People look pathetic when they cry. Its like pissing from your eyes its fucking gross.
an unwanted sob escapes my mouth. I get out a bottle filled with pills that calm your nerves and make your vocal cords unable to function for about a half an hour.which is just enough time to get to the without atracting attention from any strangers.

Notes

dont ask about the pills her drug attic freind gave them to hr a while back before being sent to the hospital to get her stomache pumped. Then she stopped using drugs. So happy ending for that chick :))