Chapter 1

Do people still write or read home and away anymore?
This story is far from over. I miss Casey and the only fix is tearing my favorite character apart. Contains brief drug description and much angst.

You could say Casey was a little lonely. Maybe a bit hurt. Scared. Stupid. Lonely. There was no one else. Just him and his angry thoughts on the cold bathroom floor. Perhaps it was his fault that he was here on the floor. Perhaps it was his punishment for jabbing that dirty needle into his vein, for rolling his eyes back in relief, for breaking his promise to Brax. Brax wouldn't want him anymore. Given the fact that Brax wasn't even his brother, this would be the final straw. Casey would be stuck forever alone with his thoughts whispering demonic insults. Casey's eyes drooped.

"No one wants me." His voice was dead. He considered fighting the impending darkness the needle provided, he considered waiting his way on the cold bathroom floor. But who would miss him? He felt himself sinking further into the wall. The effects were different than before. The drugs in his system were not fireworks in his veins, or smiles in his brain. They were painful. Scrapping their way through his throat, clawing at his eye sockets until he was bleeding on the inside. Casey let out a cry, his arms paralyzed. This was a mistake. A huge mistake. A very big unmistakable eye opening drowning in the sea mistake.

"Br'x." Casey choked out. His throat was closing in on itself and his chest heaved.

"Brax!" Casey tried again, dragging out each syllable the way the drugs were dragging his brain into corn meal. There was a pounding at the nape of his neck, a screaming behind his eyes.

"Case?" Brax's voice was hard to hear through the walls. "Casey. You alright?" There was a knock on the door.

"Case." Braxs voice was sterner now. In fact, Casey knew Brax's eyebrows were furrowed and his lips were nothing but a line.

"Br'x." Casey tried again. His voice still wasn't complying.

The door rattled violently, Brax shouting again. Casey had locked the door. Shit.

"Casey open this door! Case?" No response. "Casey!" Brax slammed his shoulder into the door. Why, of all doors, did the bathroom have to be the heaviest? Bad luck for Casey.

The tub was running, its blue tinted water overflowing and seeping onto the floor. The tub was Casey's mind, filled to bursting with unwanted and lifeless waste.
His mind was foggy and suddenly he was drowning in it. Not drowning in the water, but drowning in his watery thoughts. Down down down. He slid to his side, his hands falling limp. Casey could hear more banging from the outside. Brax. Crying his name. Casey didn't want him. He heard a shout for Heath, or maybe a shout for himself, he couldn't tell. The pounding continued until it was inside his head.

"Casey! Casey hold on."

It was hard for Casey to find his way up. Was he on his back? Was he siting up? Where was up? Where was Brax? Brax. His brother.

"Br'x." Casey whined, pinned to the floor. Was he crying?

"Im coming Case, I'm coming." For some reason Casey could hear Brax muttering hold on. Hold on. Hold on. Hold on. But he couldn't hold on. He was sinking. He was too far out. The drugs had scratched their way to his chest. His heart hurt. He slipped into darkness.

Casey was semi aware of someone crying. Was he crying? His face was definitely wet. He could hear rushing water. Was he at the beach? Perhaps he had been surfing. No. For some reason he remembered it was a stormy day, very bad for surfing. Then he remembered a tub. A leaking tub filled to bursting. He was taking a bath. No. He had intended to drown himself. Why didn't it work?

"What the hell happened!" Casey didn't know.

"I don't know I just found him like this." Another voice answered from behind Casey. It wasn't Casey's mind. Who was this intruder?

"Case?" The intruder gripped Casey's jaw. "Casey!" The intruder shook him. Casey groaned and tried to pull away. His limbs wouldn't move. Casey groaned again.

"Casey?" The intruder was quieter, "Case can you hear me?"

There was a hand on his face now from this intruder. The hand was gruff. The hand was familiar. Brax. Brax was holding him.

"Case, wake up man!" Another hand slapped his face. Obviously Heath.

"Don't touch him!" Brax shouted. It hurt Casey's already pained head. He groaned again. Brax's face was probably bright red, his eyes wide with fear. It was misplaced.

"Case I need you to open your eyes for me." No response. "Case, show me your eyes."

"He tried to fucking kill himself!" Heath shouted, probably taking a swing at something but Casey still couldn't see. He couldn't open his eyes like Brax wanted. He could barely breathe.

"I'm sorry." Casey's mind whispered. He was going to die.

"Listen to me, Case you're not going to die." What? Could Brax hear him?

"I need you to open your eyes." More patting of the face. More shaking of the jaw. More coaxing and calming of Casey. But time passed slowly. Casey found it harder and harder to take a breath. He gasped in Brax's arms, his lungs sounding like a broken washing machine. His fists closed around what he believed was Heath's shirt and held on for literal life. Still blind, Casey could feel Heath's breath on his face. Lucky breathing Heath.

"Come on Case, you gotta breathe." No shit, Heath.

Casey writhed again, small whimpers escaping his chapped lips. He couldn't open his mouth! He couldn't open his eyes! The walls were closing in and Casey was suffocating.

"Stay with us, Case. Stay with us!" Brax was more frantic now, heaving Casey further up his chest. At some point Brax had begun rocking Casey like a child, but Casey couldn't remember. His mind was fuzzy again, Heath and Brax's voices only whispers in the wind. Someone was screaming for him. Someone was crying again. Casey heard rushing water once more. And then his eyes rolled back into his lifeless head.

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