They told me to take it. 

Shhh…it’ll make it better.

Just two a day would make me normal again.

I drink them all.

Two will make it better, all will make it perfect.

I feel nothing now. Everything is clear. Nothing hurts.

Emotionless I lay back and wrap my legs around death. 

“It’s okay if we play,” I tell him.

“I know now that nothing really matters.”