Part 3

She rises off the floor and slowly opens the door, quietly as its late now and her parents and brothers are fast asleep and oblivious to the mess that is being created in her room. she tip-toes down the hall and into the kitchen, she opens the cup board and reaches for the bottom shelf for the bottle marked vodka. quietly closing the cupboard she reaches up on top of the fridge, searching for the packet, she knows its there somewhere. It contains the Pills, prescribed by the doctor..the one that smokes, how ironic.The pills for her so-called manic depression. its almost a full packet, minus the one she took that morning. she reads the label. 2 per day, in case of over consumption get to hospital immediately.

she breaths in heavily, holds in for a few seconds, then slowly releases. she tip-toes back out of the kitchen, down the hall and locks herself in her bedroom once again. she places the bottle on her desk and opens the pill packet and pops out all 39 pills. she places them in 3 neat rows on her desk, its all so organized. she stands up and walks over to her draw, hidden under some cloths in a knife. she places it just right of the pills. she then finds a piece of paper and removes the lid for her pen..and so her letter will begin...

not finished yet...