Okay, so I've never written before and I have a creative writing class and I have to write a flash fiction story. If you guys could give me some feedback on how to improve it or suggestions on things to change I would greatly appreciate it, thanks!
I know she’s in there, I know it. Doing things people like her do to make themselves feel better. Its 3:56, its dark and I just popped a few pills. I don’t know what they were, they always have weird names and taste like chalk. I washed it down with the whiskey I just bought, but I don’t even like whiskey. The pills are for my anxiety and anger, they say, but they don’t really do anything, which is why I take so many. That and because she says I should. I got the pills from my psychiatrist, who always judges me. I know she does, she says she doesn’t, but I know she does. She talks about me to her friends, cause that’s all she has, she’s alone too. I think it makes her feel better about her life, but still not happy with it. I heard her talking about me one time when I was spying on her, I do that sometimes. I should just go home, but I can’t, I have to do this. She has to know I don’t like what she’s doing. My psychiatrist says I need to go through with things and that I shouldn’t always second guess myself. This time I’m doing it, like she told me to. I walk up to her door and creep in slowly, she screams when she sees me, they always do that. I should have been quieter, I knew she was sound asleep. I was too loud this time, shouldn’t have kept drinking that nasty brown stuff. She keeps asking me who I am, scratching me and biting me, like she’s crazy. She acts like she doesn’t recognize me, probably because it’s dark. I’m probably going to regret this tomorrow, I always second guess myself. She told me to do it though so it’s not all my fault.
