I do not own the characters from SSBM...thank you.
This will have shonen ai and character death. Sad to say but it's true...this story is not intended for youth under the age of high school.
"Talk"
'Thought'
(monologue)
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We see a school and some people walking in the halls we focus on one person, it seems to be a teen at least 16 years old, and she has long blonde hair and is wearing a blue tube top and a pink skirt. She has fair skin this girls name is Peach.
We see a random person walk up to her, "Peach! I can't make the Latin club meeting tonight. Will you run the meeting?"
Peach blinked as she turns away from her open locker, "I don't know, I..."
The person interrupts her smiling, "Everybody says you'll be president next year. You can sue the practice."
Peach blushed, "But..."
The person starts to walk off, "Thanks, Peachie."
Peach stared off in the direction the student went, "But..." We see a lady approach her, her name tag says Mrs. Kent the assistant principle, "Peach, I need that list of student council numbers by eight in the morning."
Peach blinked, "I'll get it too you Mrs. Kent." Mrs. Kent nods and starts to walk off as yet another person walks up to Peach.
"Come on Peach. Honor Society meeting." The person says as Peach shakes her head, "My teacher said I could get the info from somebody, besides I have Student advisory committee right now." The girl walks down the hallway as Peach turns back to her locker looking quite frustrated, 'Student council, Latin club, Physics...where is that stupid advisory folder."
Peach sighed as she goes to school we hear her voice over the past few days.
(Days were getting shorter-like every minute had fewer seconds in it...It was at least 2:30 in the morning before I got to bed. Then I started to get up earlier and earlier, I couldn't keep up the pace.)
We see peach in the bathroom as a girl enters it looking at her and feeling pity for her after she told her the whole story.
The girl turned out to be a pusher and smiled as she produced a bottle of pills and held the bottle to Peach, "There's nothing in these pills but caffeine. They call 'em Turkeys."
Peach blinked hesitant at first, "Caffeine? Nothing else?" The pusher nodded, "Just caffeine with extra caffeine." Pusher exits the restroom.
(The Turkeys worked for awhile. Then I got to taking more and more of them and it still wasn't enough.)
The pusher enters the restroom again and grins talking to Peach, "Try these." Peach grabs quite a number of pills from the bottle as the pusher shakes her head, "Hey, easy! Pop that many and you're dead...These are the real things 'browns' amphetamines. Just take two."
Peach blinked as she put some back, "They look just like the Turkeys..."
The pusher grinned, "The morgues are full of people who thought of that..." The pusher leaves.
(Those two uppers lasted me all morning. I could do everything. I thought I found the answer...Except that in a week I had to do two in the morning and two in the afternoon and in the evening, And even though I could get to bed earlier, I was so hyped up that I couldn't sleep.
Then I found downers...I did uppers all day, then Valium at night to calm me down. Then I won an election!
The uppers went up even more-and Valium wasn't downer enough. I started to do red jackets, yellows or blue birds-barbiturates. Life turned into an elevator that was going a thousand miles an hour both ways at once and always a heartbeat from crashing.
One morning even the browns couldn't get me going. I had just enough mind left to see I had to quit. But I didn't tell anybody. I thought I could get myself out of it.)
We see that Peach is at home in her bed as her mother appears off camera. "You're sick Peach?" She sounded rather surprised as Peach nodded weakly, her mother then took on a worried tone, "Why don't I stay home and take you to the doctor...?" Peach shakes her head, "I'll be alright mom." Her mother sighs, "Are you sure?" Peach nods, "See you at five thirty then." The mother then exits.
(So mom went to work and I quit the pills. The browns wore off about ten o'clock. I got scared. I nearly popped some bennies, but I stopped myself.
By noon I had the shakes. I tried to rest but my stomach was churning and I got sick four or five times. I'd drift off to sleep but then hallucinate and wake up gasping. The shakes got worse. I thought maybe I'd feel better if I got dressed, so I got out of bed. -pause-
But as I tried to walk, the shakes turned into convulsions. I gashed my face open on my dresser as I hit it falling.
The convulsions finally let up a little and I tried to reach the phone to call for help but I couldn't move. My muscles wouldn't respond.
Then I felt my body slowing down. I actually felt it happen. My skin got cold and damp. The convulsions didn't come so often but I felt my heart slowing down. It was still slowing down when my watch read two o'clock.
And when it read three.
And four...
I never saw it read five.)
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Autopsy Report: Dr. Mario
Peach Toadstool
Site of Death: 883 Wilman Circle
Death due to respiratory arrest and subsequent brain death. Probable drug overdose. Traces of Amphetamines and barbiturates in bloodstream.