I knew it would come to this one day. It was always the only reasonable outcome, and now the only option. No way out other than this. Not that anyone would care.
I was sitting on the edge of the pier with my legs swinging back and forth. The pills were in my hand. With any luck, I'd fall into the pond when the pills took effect. No need to tramuatize some innocent person with the burden of finding my body. The empty bottle of sedatives was being a paperweight for my note. I lifted the pils to my mouth and-
"Hey! Watcha doin'?"
