Author's NoteSo I know this isn't very close to what happened canonically, but it's what happened to me. This is partially my own story, just put into these characters. So, um, yeah.

Trigger Warning: Suicidal Thoughts/Attempt(od), Puking and Hallucination

Connor's Story:

Sunday

"Ugh, another lecture. Like I don't know what I did was bad. I can't stand this. They keep saying that they're so disappointed and they just can't believe I did this. I guess I'll just sit here, and listen," Connor thought to himself.

As yet another family member told him how horrible what he done was, a voice popped into his head. "You're such a failure. A disappointment. Useless. You could kill yourself, ya know. They'd be so much better off without you. You know it. You have those pills in ypur bag, when you go to shower, take them. All of them. I promise it's better when you're dead."

Connor took a deep breath and agreed that's what he'd do. It would be better than getting lectured constantly, being told everyone's disappointed in you. Hell, his own mother send him away. She said she "couldn't handle him" and tried to send him back to the hospital. When that didn't work, she sent him to his grandparents who, after a day, sent him to his aunt's. His aunt had been talking for what felt like hours, tearing him down in every word. He sighed of relief when his aunt and cousins finally came back from the store and the hell ended.

~ A Few Hours Later ~

After they ate dinner and his uncle had taken the oldest two (twins) to bed, Connor grabbed his backpack.

He had written notes using his sketch pad paper while his aunt and uncle cooked; one for his mom and one for Zoe. He didn't bother with everyone else, he was trying to be discreet and didn't - no, couldn't - get too worked up.

"I'm gonna go shower," Connor said to his aunt, who replied with a simple "Okay."

He walked into the bathroom and locked the door. He got the bottle out and tried to break a pencil sharpener for the blade, but it didn't work. He stripped to his underwear, seeing it awkward for someone to find him dead completely naked, and grabbed the bottle. He put it under the facet and put water into it, thinking he could do this and save time. He was wrong. He kept taking the pills that were dissolving until they were gone. He took a few outside, but most inside the shower. He sat down and started feeling the pills kicking in. His tongue started to feel weird and his lips fuzzy.

Then, a knock came. "You okay?" It was his uncle. He heistated, but replied with a "yeah."

He tried to go to sleep, but he just couldn't. Soon, his aunt knocked. "Hey, you need to hurry up. It's time for you to take your medicine." Connor panicked.

"I can't!" He said, his aunt was trying to open the locked door as he said it. "I already took them all!" His aunt grabbed the key and opened the bathroom door.

"You what?!"

Connor quietly repeated himself, having never seen his aunt thithis upset. He got out of the shower and sat on the toliet as his uncle called 911 and his aunt called his mom and grandparents.

His grandparents were the first to show up, then his mom, finally the firefighters and police.

His aunt grabbed him one of her scrub shirts and he put it on before walking into their living room. He was shaking and drooling uncontrollably.

When he sat down, one officer took his pulse while another asked him how he felt.

"The ambulance won't be here for fourty minutes," an officer said.

"Can we take him to the hospital? I'm not going to let my grandson die," his grandfather said.

"Yeah, of course. We'll tell them you're coming," said the officer.

Connor was given some flip flops that weren't his and, with his mom and aunt helping him, walked into the cold night to his grandfather's truck.

They quickly got to the er and were taken back immediately. His mom, aunt, and grandma all came back with him, while his grandpa waited in the waiting room.

He was taken to a room with two beds, though the second bed was not occupied. He sat on the bed and the nurse came in. After about twenty pokes, the finally drew blood and got him hooked to an iv. He didn't know what the clear liquid was, but he figured it would clear out his system.

~ About Fourty Minutes Later ~

His mom left for a while and his aunt and grandma watched over him. He was still drooling, but not as bad. They put a towel on his chest and he had a rag to wipe away the drool.

He couldn't look at the sad faces next to him, so he lifted up his hand. It was normal for a second, then the word "CRAZY" was all over. Over and over. He kept staring, and a few seconds later, the words turned into bugs, crawling down his arm. He was about to scream when his grandma said something to him, pulling him out of his haze.

~ Another Twenty Minutes Pass ~

Soon, he's not drooling nearly as much, but he's twitching every few minutes. His family debates whether he's faking and when his lip twitches, his aunt goes and tells a nurse. After about twenty minutes, it stops.

~ Eleven pm ~

Everyone left, except for his mom and dad. Zoe was at someone's house Connor guessed.

~ An Hour Later ~

Connor felt nauseous. Really nauseous. When his nurse came in, he told them and was given a green barf bag. He soon began puking. And it burnt like hell. Worse than his stomach had.

After about two hours of puking off and on, Connor went to sleep, his dad staying up all night to watch him while his mother slept as well.

Another Author's Note

There's chapter one. Wow. Um, yeah. This was a bit hard to write, but it honestly helped a bit. I hope you enjoyed and will continue to read.

~ Lucy