“Are you sure?”

My hands trembled and I ferociously nodded, not wanting to regret anything.

“I don’t know. You are under aged.” The pharmacist said hesitantly.

I knew this would happen and I came prepared. My mother always kept $1,000 hidden in her sock drawer she didn’t know I knew, but I always know. As I pulled out the money and set it on the counter I whispered, “I’m old enough.”

The pharmacist eyes widened and he nodded taking the money and placing two pills in my hands.

“Take them with water and one at a time. They’ll last you 3 months.”

I smiled at him and nodded, “Nice doing business with you.”

As I left the small corner store I considered if buying the pills was a good idea. Taking them would give me a chance to feel something I’ve never felt before. But do I really want to feel this? Yes I think it do. Never in my life had I felt like that. Being popular may sound like a blessing to most but, oh the misery!

Never being alone! Always doing things for others! It’s exhausting! So I pulled the pill out of my pocket and popped it in my mouth, I did not hesitate. Finally I would feel loneliness.