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A/N: Ok its 12:23 in the morning here and I'm listening to Korn. The only reason I'm up is because I'm waiting for my clothes to be done washing so I can put them in the dryer.
Depressing early morning fic. I wrote this in not even ten minutes so please be kind...there is no need for you to read any of my fics btw. So if you read something you don't like its your own damn fault...
As pale and cold as porcelain...
No breath stirred the man on the floor...
No breath could save him...
"Charlie!"
If he'd been able to stir he would've...
If he'd been able to call out he would've...
But he couldn't...
The floor was cold in his bathroom. The tiles that had once been so hard were now starting to soften as he felt himself falling...
Someone moved him but he couldn't respond. He couldn't open his eyes...
He wasn't breathing...
Why wasn't he breathing?
Who found him?
It had to be Don...Alan was out shopping for groceries.
"Charlie?" It was Don. His voice was shaking. He immediately started chest compressions on his chest. "no...no...no...no...no...no..." The unending stream of words kept repeating over and over.
Charlie knew Don wouldn't get his way this time. Charlie knew he would lose...and he didn't mind one bit.
Don paused for a moment and pulled out his cell phone and dial 911. He put his phone on speaker then started to pound on his brother's chest once more.
He called for an ambulance and gave him the address. He breathed three time for his brother then repeated his motions.
Why had he done what he did?
Why did he wait till Dad was gone to take those pills?
Why did he take so damn many?
Did he want to die?
No, he didn't... he loved life...when it wasn't so damn lonely...
He remembered Finn Montgomery. He remembered how hopeless he felt after finding out he had died. He remembered how he wasn't able to understand how anyone could take their own life but look at him now.
An empty bottle on the floor next to his cold hand...
The water was running in the sink...
He was cold...
His mind was a haze...
As it faded away into nothing he heard his brother above him...
He knew Don would blame himself.
He knew Don would tell himself that there was something he did wrong.
He knew Don would hate himself for forever and would die believing that Charlie's choice was his fault.
He knew...
Alan wouldn't believe it...
Alan would be crushed...
Alan would become an empty shell...
Those things he knew...
He felt his heart slowing...
The cold was taking over now...
Too many drugs... so many that no matter how many compressions Don performed Charlie wasn't coming back...
Too late for the man of numbers...
To late for the genius of today's world...
Just too late...
His mind disintegrated into the black abyss that was nevermore...
He saw his mother and heard nothing more from Don...
Cold porcelain like skin...
A/N: This was a one-shot. Not expecting to write more but if you think I should have more tell me. Told you I was a depressing soul...hee hee. Please Review for me...