Broken, Actually
[Part 1: Dance With Me]

'Hmm...Juliet's been in the washroom for a bit of time now,' Peter thought to himself, wondering what could be keeping his new wife in the bathroom for so long. He paused outside of the bathroom door, debating whether or not to knock. Maybe it was the food they'd eaten, they'd ordered Chinese and the food had given him an agonizing headache.

"Jules, I'm gonna go lie down, I have a terrible headache,"

No response. Peter didn't think too much of her silence, explaining to himself that Juliet had had a trying week and was collecting her thoughts with a relaxing bath or something along that line. He walked into the kitchen recalling memories of his and Juliet's wedding. Though it was the week before, it still felt like yesterday and he could remember vividly how stunning she had looked in her wedding dress. Peter smiled at the pictures of Juliet and him on the refrigerator as he made his way to the kitchen cabinets. His head was killing him as he looked through the cabinets trying to find Advil or Tylenol. Both were missing. Determined to find a pain killer, Peter searched the medicine cabinet more thoroughly this time, noticing that the large bottle of Alprazolam prescribed by physician to treat his insomnia was gone. 'Must have misplaced them', he thought wandering into the living room. He lay down on the couch and closed his eyes. The image of Juliet in her wedding dress was etched into his mind and he couldn't stop thinking about that day and the events leading up to it.

"Are you ready?" Juliet had asked him a couple of days before the wedding. He'd held her face and placed a quick kiss on her lips. "I've been ready since the day I met you, darling," he had told her. She had smiled, the beautiful smile that he loved. "I am going to live the rest of my life with the woman that I love, I couldn't be happier. Juliet, we're spending the rest of our lives together!" She'd smiled again.

Was it his headache playing tricks on him or had he been too blind to see before that Juliet's smile was forced and that there was a look of uncertainty in her eyes? His head was pounding and he pushed the memory away from his mind and let himself fall asleep.

Juliet awoke on the cold floor of the bathroom a couple of hours later feeling dizzy and disoriented. She groaned as she felt her dinner work its way back up her throat and crawled to the toilet.

Peter awoke to strange sounds coming from the bathroom. He ran to the bathroom and knocked on the door.

"Juliet! Juliet are you alright?"
"Yes," she replied coughing, "I'm fine."

He heard her throw up again and went to the kitchen to get the key for the door returning in a matter of minutes. He unlocked and went in to see her kneeling in front of the toilet and throwing up. There were open bottles of pills on the bathroom counter, Advil, Tylenol and Alprazolam.

"God damn it Jules! What have you done?! " He said picking up the nearly empty pill bottles and putting their caps on. "I'm calling the paramedics,"

"No!" Juliet protested as she used toilet paper to clean her mouth. "No, I'm fine...honestly...I threw everything up. I'm fine now." Peter eyed her suspiciously. She got up, flushed the toilet and left the bathroom. He turned and watched her leave.

"Bloody hell Juliet what the hell were you doing?!" He exclaimed. They were in the bedroom and Juliet was changing into her night clothes with her back to him.

"I don't want to talk about it," she said quietly.

"You don't want to talk about it?" Peter questioned, clearly angry with her. "You downed three bottles of pills Juliet! What's wrong with you?" No reply. She went into their bedroom bathroom to wash her face and was about to close the door when Peter stopped her.

"No way in hell I'm going to let you alone in the bathroom with the door shut again," he told her. She just looked at him and proceeded to the sink. "That's suicide! Overdosing on pills! Are you trying to kill yourself, Jules? What's wrong with you?!" He shouted at her. Juliet turned off the sink and dried her face with a towel trying to block out Peter's voice as he continued to yell at her. "This is serious Jules, this is drug abuse! This is... this is..." Peter continued.

"Peter I know what I've done and I know the consequences! Let's just not talk about it now, I have a pounding headache and my stomach hurts, we'll discuss it tomorrow!" Everything that had been building up inside her exploded as she yelled at him. Juliet stormed out of the bathroom and Peter raced after her.

"Well you shouldn't have a headache from all those pain killers you took!" he yelled back at her, "Fine! We'll talk about it tomorrow."