The Suicides of Trixie
                                                           THE BEGINNING
                                                               By: Allison Ann Haning


  It was a stormy night I was alone again tonight.  Mom and Dad left for some dance.  It was scary in that house, I wanted to call a friend but I don�t have any anymore.  I watched the blank screen of the T.V for hours.  It was 1:30.  Mom and Dad would be back tomorrow morning.  I had all night to think.  I hugged the tattered bear I carried with me.  He was little comfort to me anymore.  When I was little he would talk to me.  Now his words can hardly be heard over the screaming of the evil now taking over my head.  I couldn�t focus anymore, my drawings where sloppy my poems made no sense, and I couldn�t even hold a conversation for more then a few minutes.  It was so hard for me to keep friendships.  Most of my friends had left and drifted away.  Now I was alone.  My parents didn�t want to deal with me anymore.  I was on so many meds.  I stopped taking them two months ago.  I don�t feel any different.  It was time to end the pain.  No one cared anymore.  No one wanted me anymore.  The bear held little concern in what I did.  He used to care, but he was sick of me too.  The evil was getting louder.  I walked up the steps for the last time, walked into my room and lay on my bed. 
�Maybe it�s time I take those meds.� I thought aloud.  I grabbed the bottles and dumped them on my bed.  I walked off to bathroom to get a glass of water.  I came back and looked at the pile of assorted pills the colors swirled all around me.  I smiled for the first time in almost a year.  I sat on my bed and grabbed a hand full of pills and swallowed them.  I took almost all of them before I passed out.  I remember floating above my body, watching the paramedics� wheel me out to the ambulance.  Watching the doctors pump my stomach.  It was two weeks before I returned to my body.  I awoke in a room alone, just as I was before.  That got me no absolution.  My bear was tucked neatly next to me.  He was my only companion anymore, even if he didn�t care anymore, he was all I had alone in that room.  The I.V in my arm stung when I moved.  I ripped it out of my arm and laid back down.  I closed my eyes and drifted.
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