[ CW ] Kill the writer in first-person narrative .

I hope it ends quickly 
 at this point, that's all I can hope for. 
 
 `` After all the pain and suffering and sadness I went through, cant it at least end quickly'' I thought to myself, pill bottle in my trembling hand. I looked at it apprehensively thinking about what was about to happen. 
 
 `` I just want it to be over'' I lamented, quickly shaking out all the pills into my open mouth and swallowing painfully. 
 
 `` Its only a matter of time now'' I looked over at the clock near my bedside *tick tock tick tock* counting off the rest of my life. 
 Suddenly I started crying. I had changed my mind, and acted quickly on it. Tearing through the living room, I jumped at the phone and quickly dialed 911. 
 
 `` 911, whats your emergency?'' almost screaming with frustration I managed to get out the important bits of my life story: The sadness, the emptiness, the drugs. After relaying my address to the operator, and curling up in a ball to cry, the effects of the pills started kicking in. First it was difficult to breathe, aching in my chest. Then it got bad: The stomach cramps, ragged breathes that felt like hot irons poking around in my chest. When they finally arrived, I was surprised at how I had not already died in my pain and misery. I started to cut in and out, and by the time we reached the hospital, everything was fuzzy. There was a sudden loud noise that kept going on and on. The, I smiled at the irony of hearing my own flat line before falling into pure, final, bliss.
