Disclaimer: i dont own Placebo or Criminal minds...
A/N: another little fic, i hope you like it!
Protect me from what I want
Protect me from what I want
Protect me from what I want
Protect me
Protect me
Spencer scratched at his arms. He glanced around to see if anyone was looking and slowly pulled up his sleeve to glance at his track marks. Somehow the sight of them calmed him and yet filled him with fear. He was addicted, he knew that, but he couldn't help it. It had consumed him.
Protège-moi, protège-moi
It was all he could think of. When his next fix would be. He was even losing sleep over it, and the cracks were beginning to show at work. Deep down he wanted help, and a silent mantra echoed in his head;
Protect me from what I want
Protect me from what I want
Protect me from what I want
Protect me
Protect me
It felt like it was taking over, his every thought was about the drugs, and yet he screamed silently for someone to notice, for someone to help.
Protège-moi, protège-moi
He knew the team were starting to pick up on his strange behaviour; part of him fought his addiction to make his behaviour worse so they would notice. He couldn't speak about his addiction, he felt as if his only true form of communication was how he acted, and right now, his body language screamed a defensive 'Help me'
Protect me from what I want
Protect me from what I want
Protect me from what I want
Protect me
Protect me
He could feel the need for another fix creeping up on him. It had always been there in the back of his mind and now it was shouting for his attention, ignoring the advice of the voices in his head he headed for the bathroom, his messenger bag in tow.
Protège-moi, protège-moi
Protège-moi de mes désirs
Protège-moi, protège-moi
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