/A/N/ This chapter's short.. but it serves it's purpose. Only one more
chapter, then the epilogue 'til I'm done. As you can probably tell, thing
won't get any better for Brad. I don't really care though.. I hate him, but
he's so fun to torture through my writing! /
Rehab gave Brad to much time to think. As the moments seemed to ever grow slower, and withdrawal had him near insanity, he reflected on his life a lot. What he had done wrong and such. It sounded like sappy crap, but he was forever unoccupied. Nothing he had ever done had been as hard as this was.
As he thought out his life, he discovered the flaws in American culture. Sexism for one thing. His relationship with Janet was incredibly stereotypical. Apart from maybe his proposition.. that had perhaps been a little off....
"What kind of asshole carries chalk?" He asked himself, staring blankly at the wall he had come to know all too well. The cracks that wove over the plaster seemed to split into as many directions as Brad's life had. Everything he had worked so hard to accomplish... all gone, with not even the slightest mark left in his wake. He had to face it. In ten years, who would remember him? Janet, would, although probably not fondly. Dr. Scott, if he lived much longer, his parents were both dead, and no one else really knew him all that much.
But Brad could not think for long without the events of that mid-November eve springing up to haunt his memories. It was just days short of a year ago, but still fresh in his mind. He could still feel Frank's body against his, and felt no remorse. Looking back on it, if he knew then that his life would become forever imprinted because of that one excursion, he would've probably still gone. The only thing he truly and utterly regretted, was letting Janet slip away. He closed his eyes as a wave of unease swept over him. His body shook, and he could feel tear well up in his eyes. Not this again.. he thought to himself.
He wished he didn't need Janet, he truly did. But she had been is everything all through high school. It was different than your average high school sweet heart. Even though Brad had never been in love before that, he still knew it was the real thing.
"Damnit, Janet, I love you...." He crooned in a roughly but with harmonic undertones. The words he had proposed to her with.. the ones he planned to have in his wedding vows, (although he doubted the church would appreciate him swearing) but those words, were now is only solace.
The air was thick with putrid irony and it almost made him choke to think Janet was probably fucking someone else, right now.
He needed to get out of here.. he didn't know how, but the hospital couldn't be guarded that well. He could get out the back door, even though he might need to climb over the fence. He just needed to get out of here. Fuck detox and rehab, it was his life. He would just end it, nothing more to it.
He stood up and slowly walked out of the room, checking the halls of nurses. It was clear, so he just left. Nothing more to it.
Rehab gave Brad to much time to think. As the moments seemed to ever grow slower, and withdrawal had him near insanity, he reflected on his life a lot. What he had done wrong and such. It sounded like sappy crap, but he was forever unoccupied. Nothing he had ever done had been as hard as this was.
As he thought out his life, he discovered the flaws in American culture. Sexism for one thing. His relationship with Janet was incredibly stereotypical. Apart from maybe his proposition.. that had perhaps been a little off....
"What kind of asshole carries chalk?" He asked himself, staring blankly at the wall he had come to know all too well. The cracks that wove over the plaster seemed to split into as many directions as Brad's life had. Everything he had worked so hard to accomplish... all gone, with not even the slightest mark left in his wake. He had to face it. In ten years, who would remember him? Janet, would, although probably not fondly. Dr. Scott, if he lived much longer, his parents were both dead, and no one else really knew him all that much.
But Brad could not think for long without the events of that mid-November eve springing up to haunt his memories. It was just days short of a year ago, but still fresh in his mind. He could still feel Frank's body against his, and felt no remorse. Looking back on it, if he knew then that his life would become forever imprinted because of that one excursion, he would've probably still gone. The only thing he truly and utterly regretted, was letting Janet slip away. He closed his eyes as a wave of unease swept over him. His body shook, and he could feel tear well up in his eyes. Not this again.. he thought to himself.
He wished he didn't need Janet, he truly did. But she had been is everything all through high school. It was different than your average high school sweet heart. Even though Brad had never been in love before that, he still knew it was the real thing.
"Damnit, Janet, I love you...." He crooned in a roughly but with harmonic undertones. The words he had proposed to her with.. the ones he planned to have in his wedding vows, (although he doubted the church would appreciate him swearing) but those words, were now is only solace.
The air was thick with putrid irony and it almost made him choke to think Janet was probably fucking someone else, right now.
He needed to get out of here.. he didn't know how, but the hospital couldn't be guarded that well. He could get out the back door, even though he might need to climb over the fence. He just needed to get out of here. Fuck detox and rehab, it was his life. He would just end it, nothing more to it.
He stood up and slowly walked out of the room, checking the halls of nurses. It was clear, so he just left. Nothing more to it.