"Suboxone! Matthew what the fuck!"
Alfred's strong hands gripped tightly on to his brother's bonie wrist.
"I-I'm sorry!"
Matthew cried through his tears.
"W-why?"
The bottle of pills is thrown across the room, upon hitting the wall, it's contents scatter across the bathroom floor. A thick silence covers over the two boys. They're are as far from each other as possible the smaller of the two curled into a ball nearest the door, ready to flee at any moment. The larger brother, leaning over the sink, his body shaking with silent sobs.
"I-I'm trying to quit. . . honestly, I am that's why I had the Suboxone . . .but It's just so h-hard . . . "
Matthew's eyes are fixed to the floor, in anticipation he squirms uncomfortably .
"Heroine."
Alfred said as he straighted himself to a standing position. Matthew's flinch sent a disgusted flare to his stomach, the younger obviously feared him. When their eyes finally met each others, there again were no words, only the thick, soupy silence that was quickly deafening Matthews swarming head. He hadn't shot up in 12 hours, it was starting to effect him. Matthew's body shook with each wave of pain that seemed to be coursing along with his blood and effectively poisoning his entire system. His eyes were unfocused and blood shot, they quickly darted about the room, taking in every possible detail they could.
Alfred just starred, how could he have not known, known that his small, shy, brilliant, goody two shoes brother was a heroine addict? I almost made him sick, he couldn't't even look at Matthew any more, he tore his eyes away from the now dull pinkish eyes of his brothers. Only to have them pulled back by the terrible noise of his brothers emptying of his stomach on to the bathroom floor.
"Matt! Jesus Christ!"
Alfred was quick to lift the now obviously emaciated body of the floor, out of it's puke. He lifted Matthew up, out of his slump, away from his get away path, away from himself. He saved him that day in the bathroom, saved him from what was most definitely certain death.