Swallow it!? I was supposed to swallow that!? It was bubbling and was a horrid shade of purple. Though I suppose it wouldn’t matter what it tasted like because if I drink this I’ll be dead in a few moments. I knew this was the only way to stop all my worries.

Hidden behind the feeling that was telling me to do this was a sense that I would regret this. Well I couldn’t regret it because I would be dead. But was this really the right thing to do. I saw Ronald step out the bush, Ronald was my best friend, he looked horrified at what I was doing. He grabbed the glass out my hand and I tried to grab it back but he swerved stopping me.

“I can’t let you do this!” He said.

I ignored him and kept trying to take the glass back. I didn’t expect him to do what he did next. Ronald chugged the drink down to stop me drinking it, he looked sick as soon as it touched his lips. He was unsteady before he fell to the floor.

“Ronald!” I cried.

He was dead!

Guilt was all I felt, my attempted suicide had resulted in Ronald’s death!