A/N: I own nothing save a copy of "Clue the Movie" in vhs form. But if I did..........
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He screams heart pounding, pounding, pounding coming through his ribs.
His tattered psyche threatens to burst at the seams.
He grabs the bottle from the table.
It's cold.
He's cold.
It burns going down.
The room sways or is it him?
He whips the bottle into the fire.
It flares.
Still he's cold.
His hands are a cage across his face.
The pounding's in his head now and he's staring down the throat of madness.
He's falling.
Then she's there again yanking him back, pulling and grabbing.
He wants to fight but God help him she's warm.
So goddamned warm.