Isaiah's heart pounded in his chest as he sat alone in his room, the pill bottle trembling in his shaky hands. He had been battling his inner demons for far too long, and the weight of it all felt unbearable. He knew it was a bad idea, a choice that couldn't be undone, but in that moment of desperation, it seemed like the only escape.

With a deep, shaky breath, Isaiah unscrewed the cap and poured several pills into his hand. Tears welled up in his eyes as he stared at them, the enormity of what he was about to do sinking in. He closed his eyes, his mind racing with a million thoughts and regrets, but he couldn't turn back now.

In one swift motion, he swallowed the pills, feeling them slide down his throat like lead. Almost immediately, panic set in. His heart raced even faster, and he clutched his stomach as a wave of nausea hit him. Regret surged through him, and he realized the gravity of his mistake.

"No, no, no..." he muttered, trying to cough the pills back up, but it was too late. His vision blurred, and his body felt heavy and unresponsive. He stumbled, knocking over a lamp as he tried to reach for his phone, but his limbs wouldn't cooperate.

The room spun around him, and he collapsed to the floor, the cold surface pressing against his cheek. Darkness began to creep in at the edges of his vision, and a cold sweat broke out on his forehead. His breaths came in shallow gasps, and his heartbeats echoed loudly in his ears.