Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters on CM
Rating: Rated T for some offensive language and violence
Prologue
The day was chilled with an icy hair in Virginia. March was definitely here and the winds were cold and all signs of nature seemed to be frozen over with frost. Reid could feel the draft of cold hair filter into the windows of his apartment. He had forgotten to put some plastic over them so that it wouldn't be so cold. So he just had to deal with it for the night
The coldness seemed to drift into his dreams even as he slept clutching the many blankets that surrounded him. He could feel the prick of a needle on his arm and the very sensation he had left behind about a month ago. The withdrawal had been difficult and he had hidden it pretty well, but he still yearned for the drugs.
Reid got up to go into his bathroom and looked at himself in the mirror. There were dark circles visible and his eyes looked glazed over. After splashing for water on his face to try to make him not think about the drugs he went back into bed.
As he finally went to sleep again he was greeted with dreams of memories. He was out in the graveyard trying to stay conscious as he dug in the ground with a shovel. He felt so weak and helpless. Reid could see Tobias and his burning eyes that captured such a disturbed soul. He was trying to dig faster, but his body was so feeble. His thoughts were filled with guilt. For a moment he believed he actually deserved this lonely death he was soon going to endure.
Reid woke up once again in a cold sweat. He felt cold all over and he couldn't escape it. Not being able to have a peaceful sleep was such a miserable feeling. He desperately needed an escape.
Once again he walked over to the bathroom of his apartment and looked at himself in the mirror. He opened the medicine cabinet and took out the syringe and liquid drugs.
"I'm sorry…" he mumbled as he stabbed himself and pressed down on the needle.
The rest was blackness.