I could barely see. There were black spots clouding my vision. Tom, those words, and I knew they meant something but I couldn’t focus. I could barely hold myself up. My heartbeat, I felt it… pounding so slow. Tom pulled back, forgetting to be gentle, and my knees melted. He caught me the anxiety returning to his eyes. I could barely see now, barely remember my own name. “Ashley, what did you do?” he asked, his voice high with tension.
“T-toomany p-pillss” I came out with.
His mouth popped open in a small ‘oh!’, a very small explosion I was sure compared to the one inside.
I was slipping again, though my feet were on the ground, I could feel a pull. Like water. Like the tide and the moon. Maybe I didn’t want to leave just yet?
I felt something sweep me off my feet and a rough, warm ride to a cold building with sick yellow lights and people.
Finally, I was pulled under something not as oceanific as death, more like an IV. “I love you,”