The End

They had not been fast enough this time. It had been like always, a handfull of pills that she was only supposed to take one of. Someone had always found her and called 911.
Tears streamed down her face as she dispensed pills into her palm: one, two five, eighteen, too many to count…
It hurt, the sound of the closing door as Maria left… and with her the only thing she believed in.
It hurt, in and out and ah-ah-oh, her cheeks salty as her tiny fists struck her father's chest in vain. That's where it began, the end.