It was his fifty eighth birthday and to celebrate Harrold put the kettle on. A scream vibrated through Harrold’s chest, that reminded him of his mother. Getting louder, Harrold panicked. Rushing to the ancient bathroom cabinet, twenty different type of red colored pills made a hammering sound on the floor.
He started sobbing, with anger he smashed the kettle causing sweltering water to grip all his lower limbs. After bathing his legs with ice water, he remembered he needed his pills. Forgetting they were all mixed up he chucked five into his mouth and swallowed them down with his cup of tea. He coughed and started sweating rapidly.