Hi, this is my fic called sleeping.
Sleeping
I couldn't do it anymore. I couldn't keep running, lying, looking over my shoulder all the time. My friends, the crew were great, but I couldn't lumber them with the responsibility of the past, my past. The past, you can't change it, but it has a way of chasing you when you run, finding you when you hide, until finally the day comes when you just can't go on anymore.
Choking back tears, I put the pill onto my tongue, its vile taste seeping out. I took a sip of water and it went down my throat. I took another pill, swallow, gone. I took another, and another, and another. Pill after pill I swallowed, crying all the time, my throat burning and my hands aching until I fell to the floor, unable to move. Images of my life flew in front of me, from my childhood, of my dad hitting me and of my mum, unconscious on the floor, knocked out by booze. I saw images of when I was a teenager, having to harbour the responsibilities of looking after my sisters when mum was drunk. I saw images of me leaving, and images of me joining the Hamersley. And then, nothing. Blackness, darkness, and I felt, thought, smelt, tasted and saw no more.
Redial. Ring, ring, ring, ring. Hi, its Rebecca, I'm assuming an intelligent person like you would know how to work an answering machine. BEEP
"Bomber its Kate, are you there? If you are please pick up, or call me back, we're all worried about you." I hung up and shook my head at the rest of the crew, who were all looking questioningly at me. Nikki grabbed her bag, "right, I'm going over there now. Something's wrong." I nodded and finished my drink, slamming the glass on the table. "I'll come too." I said. "Spider, come too okay?" I asked, turning to him.
"Okay Ma'am." He said, following us outside. We walked quickly in silence to her house, as none of us had a car here with us. Her house was just a few blocks away from the pub on the outskirts of town. We reached her house, Spider walking up to her door and knocking, gaining no reply. I looked in her window, where a slight flashing of lights was briefly illuminating the front room. "Her TV's on." I muttered slowly.
I walked around to her back gate, sliding it open slowly, a loud creaking as I did so. A small chink of silvery light caught my eye and I tip-toed to it, pushing her back door open, hesitating slightly before walking into her house, Nikki and Spider following.
Her house was a small weatherboard house, small but comfortable, very tidy, very nice and cosy, but lonely.
"Bomber?" I called out. I walked slowly towards the main bedroom, a wave of guilt hitting me as I pushed open the door.
The room appeared, at first glance, to be disserted, and if I hadn't heard her irregular, rapid breaths I probably wouldn't have noticed her. Lying on the floor, her hands splayed, her hair across her face which was drenched in sweat.
"Nikki call an ambulance now!" I called out, bending over her. "Bomber, wake up, now." I called, shaking her as, in the distance, Nikki called an ambulance.
And then I saw the pills.