Matthew opened the door to his bedroom, full of exhaustion and curiosity of the drug that was given to him earlier in the day. He threw his backpack down on his carpeted floor and pulled out the medication bottle out of his pants pocket. He jumped onto his twin-sized bed and opened the bottle in his hands. Should Matthew really be doing this? What would his parents say when they find out? What would they say if they find out? What would his friends think of him? He scoffed at the thought of having friends. As if I have any, he thought while he rolled his eyes.
He discarded all those thoughts going through his head that stopped him from doing the one thing that will make him happy. He took his phone with his earphones still attached and plugged his earphones in his ears. No more distractions, he thought.
Matthew turned the cap of the bottle and opened it, pouring one white capsule out on his palm. That’s too little, he thought as he overestimated his constitution. He poured even more capsules out from the bottle. There must have been at least four or five capsules in his hand now. There’s no going back, Matt. He downed all of the capsules that he held on his hand into his mouth. He felt a choking sensation from trying to swallow all of the capsules at once. Matthew reached for a nearby water bottle on his nightstand. He felt his body wanting to cough out the drugs, but he stopped himself from doing so. He drank from the bottle to make the drugs go down easier.
He breathed a sigh of relief that he did not choke to death right then and there. He looked at his open palms and see or feel if he was any different than normal.
Immediately after, Matthew felt a large throbbing pain on the left side of his brain. His left eye felt like it was going to pop out at any moment. This migraine will pass. I know that it will, he thought. But it did not pass. The aching in his head only grew larger as the seconds went by. He tried to stay strong and fight it, but he could not handle it any longer. He felt his grit slowly slipping away from him. The pain in his head spread to the right side, covering the entire area of his head. Matthew didn’t know what else to do but scream as loud as he can. He let out a scream of pain and agony as if he needed someone to save him. He needed help. He was just a child, he did not know what to do from feeling so much suffering in a single moment. He could feel both his eyes throbbing with pain more and more that he felt his eyes going up, towards the back of his head. Matthew had lost his sense of sight. He could not see anything anymore. And because of his loud music blasting in his ears, he could not hear himself screaming at the top of his lungs. It was torture for Matthew. All he could do was feel the pain that was pulsing inside of his skull. Then it was over.
Matthew’s body went limp. His pupils could no longer be seen, being only all white. The screaming had stopped. His body had made no movements as it laid in his bed. The entire residence had gone completely silent.