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Temazepam.
His eyes run over the directions, skating through the words that warn him of the dosage, that attempt to purge him of the thoughts racing through his mind. He remembers when it used to keep the nightmares away, but now the only cure left is at the bottom of this bottle. His fingers quake as he reaches for the lid; they shudder as he unscrews the lid.
A flick of the wrist and the convulsion of a muscle later…
The nightmares are no more.
She brushes the tendrils of hair behind her ear and knocks on the door cautiously. She hopes that he hasn't forgotten the assignment that they're meant to work on this weekend. There's a feeling of dread in the pit of her stomach as she steps into the threshold of a darkened living room. It's bigger and less inviting than she had expected. She calls his name as her eyes dart around the room, just barely making out the lines of the room through the gloom.
With the creak of a door, she finds him lying on the floor.
He's not moving at all.
Terror wells up in her throat and the sound of her scream pierces the crushing silence around them. In an instant, she's on her knees and cradling the heap of bones in her arms. She desperately wracks her mind for the details of her first aid course from last semester, searching for any detail to bring him back from the abyss.
She grimaces as his hot breath envelops her fingers and curses his family for living so far from the hospital as the unpleasant sensation of his saliva washes over her digits. She forces them deeper still, willing him to vomit up whatever he's taken. He convulses in her arms and is dimly aware of the slender form enveloping him, forcing the contents of his stomach to rush back through his throat.
He's leaning against something, he doesn't know what, all he can focus on is the silhouette of an angel. He can't quite make out what she's saying but he can hear the words catching her throat as he tongue works overtime trying to force them out. She's constantly looking at him, her eyes searching his for a sign that he's still with her. He wants to give her that sign, he wants that more than anything, but everything is so hazy, he's not sure if he can stay awake.
She sees his eyes shut again and her hearts thudding madly, smashing against her ribs and re-arranging her insides. She can only hold him tight until the sound of an ambulance rings through her ears. Within moments, she's being pulled away from him as paramedics crowd around his lifeless body. She can't believe this is happening, this isn't what was supposed to happen today, this isn't what was ever supposed to happen.
They load him into the Ambulance, he hasn't moved and the paramedics won't say a word to her. She's not his sister, she's not his girlfriend, apparently simply she's nothing. Bitterly, she watches the horizon swallow the Ambulance. From the corner of her eye, a note calls out to her. Her shaking hand swallows it and draws the crumbling paper towards her eyes. She wishes she could disregard what's before her eyes, but she's sure the words are now burned into her eyelids.
Lost in a dream, never fell asleep
Tastes so bitter, feels so sweet
I've come back to old remedies
I've made my bed, so I'll lie in it
Goodbye.
This is a dark little fic that popped into my head.
Obviously there are no names included, I wrote it with two people in mind though. Leave you guesses in the reviews? Maybe it'll change my mind on who to include as this fic expands.
This is something different for me, review and let me know how it went.