Title: Oblivion

Author: veiledndarkness

Pairing/Characters: Implied past Tim/Lyla

Rating: PG

Summary: He longs for nothing more than sweet oblivion.

Warnings (if any): Angst

Spoilers (if any): If you've seen the first season, you're fine.

Disclaimer: They aren't mine. I make no money from this. Simply for my own amusement.

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A row of empty cans, lined up, one after another.

Some nights I stack them, others I crumple them and toss them into the wall, listening to them drop to the floor with a muted thud. Another night, another blur, it's all hazy now.

I wanna be numb, don't wanna feel anything. Never thought this could happen. Nothing's what it was, never again. Some things never change, that I know. Bein' alone, hell that's just part of it, a painful reminder of what it feels like to be unwanted.

Not a pity party, fuck that. Hurts though, never stops hurtin'.

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Light so bright, burns my eyes.

Not sure how many more nights I can do this. I know he's right but that doesn't make the words any easier to swallow. His words cut as deep as hers, and sometimes I don't know what hurts more.

It's the truth no matter how you look at it. He didn't want me, Ma didn't want me, and even my own dad doesn't want me. And now her?

Hangover feels worse in the morning. Everything does. Whole house looks rundown when the sun's up. Head hurts like hell. Feel like I'm drowning, going under.

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I need something heavier. Beer just ain't cuttin' it anymore.

Takes too many to let me drift; wallow in my own self destruction. Dad left a bottle of Jack Daniels in the closet. That'll do it. I just wanna be empty, blank and alone.

It burns all the way down, scorching through me. Doesn't take long to kick in, and now I can feel it all slipping away. The words, the angry looks, the outrage. It's over now; I want to scream at them.

She's gone, they're all gone. Make it stop…it hurts. It's better this way. Sweet oblivion.

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