At five to eight he took out his pillbox, played with it for a moment in his hands and, then, he stared at it, feeling disgusted, angry and impotent; he was sick and tired of depending of that little object and its content to feel good. Then, in his frustration, he threw the pillbox to the floor, just to pick it up, defeated, five minutes later because it was time to take his medication and he had started to feel bad.
The end.
