Life After You

Drunkenly he looks down at his clenched fist, the contents are a mixture of pills. He sucks in a deep breath and shoves them greedily into his mouth, washing them down with a mouthful of bourbon.
He takes a bigger handful of pills and swallows them. He gulps the bourbon down straight from the bottle and casts it aside when he realises it's empty.
Jeremy opens an overhead cupboard and pulls out another bottle. He finishes the second bottle within fifteen minutes.
He gets up from the sofa and feels his head spinning. He swallows the last handful of pills and falls back onto the sofa. He's spaced out and wasted.
Jeremy looks at his watch, his eyes lazily watching the second hand tick away. His breathing is laboured as his eyes start to close. His chin drops onto his chest.