It’s 2:15 AM, and I suddenly hear a loud knock on the door. I’m petrified, and walk slowly to the door.
A flashlight shines in my eye. I see two policemen in front of the door.
“Open up,” one of them said.
Paranoid, I asked them, “What are you doing here?”
“Someone called us.”
“Who?” I asked.
“Someone. About pills.” I instantly knew my brother was trying to kill himself again. Two years earlier I had saved him from killing himself in the same manner.
I opened the door, and two policemen came through the door. I had to hold back my dog from jumping on them.
Right now, there are 4 policemen outside of my room, and I just want them to go away. I can’t deal with this any more.