He looked down at the bottle of pills on his hands, having an inner debate about whether to do it or not.

On one, ginormous hand, he wanted to do it. He could be free from the awful place he lived. They were all yelling and screaming at each other almost every second unless it was rarely calm.

He could swallow them now and nobody would notice, since they were in fact screaming now.

Funny enough, him and his family members all appeared perfect or at least normal. If you didn't see the facade, that is, which was rather hard to do since She had hand crafted it because She only cares about reputation and making sure they are all perfect.

He could get rid of all the awful thoughts that plagued his mind every single second of the day. During school, when he was with his friends, even when he was alone trying to sleep.

On the other, smaller hand, he didn't want to do it. He could get out of the awful place someday.

He couldn't be trapped in this......place forever. Unless She wants him to stay. Then he would "happily" stay and follow the orders by She.

He could get help for the awful thoughts plaguing his mind. But he fears She would claim it's for attention or lock him away in a mental hospital or an insane asylum for God only knows how long he'd be locked up there.

He could see his friends again. They care about him......right? He wasn't exactly sure. But would they even miss him? Even a tiny bit? Would anyone miss him?

So,

Without

A

Second

Thought,

He swallowed.