The Pill
As he started to reach for the bottle, his hand began to shake. He ignored it and proceded to pick it up, clumsily removing the lid.
It dropped to floor, with a somewhat high pitched splat. Grotesque rhythms followed as the bottle became a Maraca.
He let out a heavy sigh.
"I'll just take half, perhaps that would be better," he thought to himself. Talking to oneself, now that was the first step to insanity. Already the memory loss had begun. Slowly but surely, he was forgetting things. Small things, dates, times, appointments... And the hallucinations. Yes, those were worse.
Maybe they were not hallucinations. Perhaps an eerily strong sense of déjà vu? Intense day dreaming?
Whatever it was, it was decided by both that this was not the way to go. Maybe if he talked to somebody? But who is there to tell? Who is there to understand?
Judgment had already been passed, rumours had already been stoked. What was the use?
No matter. It is time. The pill was popped and downed with full cream milk. The ritual had been complete.
Before going to bed, he picked up the card with his big hands.
It read 'Best Wishes'. He stopped short of opening it, he already knew it's contents. It was read a thousand times. A smile appeared on his tired, sullen face.
The lights went out. He whispered to himself, 'Good night'.
It dropped to floor, with a somewhat high pitched splat. Grotesque rhythms followed as the bottle became a Maraca.
He let out a heavy sigh.
"I'll just take half, perhaps that would be better," he thought to himself. Talking to oneself, now that was the first step to insanity. Already the memory loss had begun. Slowly but surely, he was forgetting things. Small things, dates, times, appointments... And the hallucinations. Yes, those were worse.
Maybe they were not hallucinations. Perhaps an eerily strong sense of déjà vu? Intense day dreaming?
Whatever it was, it was decided by both that this was not the way to go. Maybe if he talked to somebody? But who is there to tell? Who is there to understand?
Judgment had already been passed, rumours had already been stoked. What was the use?
No matter. It is time. The pill was popped and downed with full cream milk. The ritual had been complete.
Before going to bed, he picked up the card with his big hands.
It read 'Best Wishes'. He stopped short of opening it, he already knew it's contents. It was read a thousand times. A smile appeared on his tired, sullen face.
The lights went out. He whispered to himself, 'Good night'.