A/N-Like I said, it takes a lot to kill Garret, keep that in mind. Don't you just love insomnia induced psychosis? Believe me when I say that it is the freakiest thing you can go through-been there, done that-the halluncinations are really really scary...

I've reached the end of my hallucination
It left me without a thought
And everything is green again...
...I've reached the end of my hallucination
It left me without a heart
And you will soon be dead again

Nocturne-Hallucination

She was there, standing in front of him, tantalizingly close. Her back was to him, she had no clue he was there. He didn't want to say anything to her. She suddenly turned out of nowhere. But it wasn't her, this couldn't be her. This was a wasted away version of her, there was nothing left of her, she was sunken, gaunt, skin and bones, but what struck him the most was how downright pale she was. "Daddy?" She asked him and he nodded.

"Abby baby-" he started and she ran towards him.

"Daddy. I'm so scared, Daddy, save me." He reached out for her, but right before she ran into his embrace she changed.

"You can't save me now, I'm already gone, you should have saved me when you had the chance, but you couldn't. You never loved me." Suddenly there were two of her, one the monster, the other the little girl that he could still remember. The little girl clung to him for protection, begging him to keep her safe while the other one clawed at him.

"Daddy, it's so dark here and I'm so alone, read me a story and chase away the monsters?" He was breaking.

"See what you did to me Father? I went from that, a scared little girl to this, and you never noticed, you didn't notice anything in your life. Nothing but work. You're a waste, a horrible father." The monster clawed at him, scratching him, tearing at him. He could feel the nails clawing into him, but never drawing blood.

"Daddy, please, Daddy, save me, be like those knights in fairy tales." Both of them were at him, tearing him in two. He couldn't stand it, being split in half. The little girl was pulling him, tugging him down to her, to help her, save her, the monster was trying to tear him apart.

"You never loved me, or her, you only loved yourself. You didn't even love Mom."

"Daddy, be like Batman and stop all the bad men."

"All you ever cared about was your damn job. Getting the bad guys, and forgetting about your own family." The two forms of here were bouncing back and forth and he was tearing in two.

"Stop it, stop it please." He begged. "Stop, I love you, please." He fell to his knees, sobbing. "Please. Don't do this to me." Both forms turned and laughed mockingly at him before disappearing.

He sat up straight, drenched in a cold sweat. He felt horrible, nausea wracked him and he wanted to go rest his head against cold porcelain. He made it as far as his suitcase. He reached in and searched for the bottle of Tylenol that he had tossed in there, when his hand closed on plastic.

He pulled it out and stared down at it. One sterile scalpel that he had taken the night before he crashed, when being sober was a horrible option to have. He hadn't used it, he hadn't wanted something obvious then, and using the scalpel would surely have been obvious.

He looked down at it. He couldn't take it anymore, he couldn't stand the nightmares, they were only getting worse and worse. He could still hear her voice, mocking him and begging him to help her, berating him, asking him how he could have missed the signs, asking how he couldn't even cry for her, and the little girl that was still there begging him to protect her. Both of them, ripping into him, clawing him apart.

He ripped it out of the plastic. It felt comfortable in his hands. It would be just like any other incision. Just along the vein. He traced one finger around his wrist, stopping it in the groove, feeling his blood pulse through it before lining the scalpel up to where the blood was throbbing through.

"That's right, fuck your life, you always were a horrible father." The voice was cold and mocking and he felt the sharp bite as he cut through his skin and he had just started to draw the blade up towards himself when he heard her voice again.

"Daddy, why? Why Daddy? Don't go Daddy, don't go." He looked around wildly for the source of the voice, wishing that she was there.

"No, go Father, you don't deserve a real death." He inched the blade closer to him when the door burst open.

A murmered "Oh my God." was the last thing he heard. He looked down at his hands, he couldn't have lost that much blood, could he?