became distant again. then i was going to the office everyday after school until 9. i felt like i was in a prison. things couldn't have gotten worse. to be honest i think the second time i took pills was the worse of all but this time was the only time anyone found out. i thought id go out with a bang. i called the cops on my parents. if i died i wanted them to know exactly what's up. i took the pills. and i called. i rode in the back of a cop car and i was on my way to the police station as i downed my last two pills. i took around 100. it takes less and less. i cant take a headache pill without getting dizzy anymore. i got there and i was spitting up in a trash can. took me hours for them to get me to talk to my dad in a confrence room with two cops sitting there too. my dad exaggerated to make it seem like i was just being stupid and creating things in my head. i felt insane. i turn to the cop and asked for a trash can i started spitting again.. i didnt puke though.. my dad came over and rubbed my back.. i