Jess ran the wet washcloth over her face once more and peered at her reflection in the mirror. Not too bad, she thought. Considering. She reached for one of the orange bottles on her bathroom counter, picked it up, and studied the contents. She’d need a refill soon. Hadn’t she just had this one filled? It was hard to say she finally decided. Each day as of late seemed not all too different from the one previous. Maybe she should do a better job at tracking her usage… she considered.
Jess popped two pills in her mouth and swallowed. She placed a glass underneath the tap, filled it, and quickly rinsed the bitter aftertaste away. Better. It wouldn’t be long and she’d feel better. She checked her reflection once more. Today is a new today. Today was going to be the first day of her new life, she decided. Since she’d attempted suicide and survived, she assured herself what better time than now, than today, to make a fresh start. Yes, a plan! Why hadn’t she seen this sooner? A plan was exactly what she needed. Jess considered this for a moment and promptly began frantically searching her bathroom and then her bedroom for a pen. She turned everything inside out and upside down looking. How hard was it to find a bloody pen in this place?
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