Disclaimer: I own nothing to do with Lost, even though owning Dominic Monaghan would be a dream come true I OWN NOTHING
that's over with
A/N: this is set during the period Locke takes Charlie's drugs off him, I'm at the beginning, as in England have just started their series lol and this is my first Lost fic so no flames please?
Ok… right just keep sitting still, I Charlie sat on his hands on the cave floor, he was trying to numb himself, it wasn't working, if I... if I keep my hands still then nothing else will move
There was a flaw in this logic as his feet tapped continuously in front of them, he wanted to reach over and rip them off but that would stop him being numb, no that would make him angry, not numb, that would make him stand up and yell and get angry.
For god sake I should just go find him and beat the crap out of him anger bubbled in the pit of his stomach, he could feel his hands begin to ache, he began to rock, beads of sweat ran down his forehead, I no keep focused… you're trying to stop this I he reminded himself, again realising his own flaws, no I'm not, he took them off me that old prat
He stopped, he couldn't let this control him he was going to pull through this, he was going to be ok, he just had to stop thinking about it, another drop of sweat rolled past his temple, his feet began to tap more quickly, with more irritation,
Stop moving you fucking feet!He yelled at himself, his mouth stayed set in a straight anguished line, he sensed movement to around him.
"Hey dude are you ok?" Hurley asked standing next to him, "You don't look so good maybe you should eat something… or move."
Charlie attempted to throw himself to standing position to prove he was ok, just to stand would let his hands move though, then he could run, then he could go and strangle that old bastard… he wasn't going to do that though, not if he wanted to kick this.
"I'm fine." He muttered through gritted teeth.
"Hey, if you want some food I could bring it over… hey are you sweating? Maybe you should move away from the fire dude… hey DUDE!"
Charlie winced, he liked the fire the dancing flames, they were more free than him, he was imprisoning himself, he was stopping himself from living, but it was him… it was that stupid old man.
"Ok, just wait here, I'm going to get Jack."
What does bloody Jack know, he knows everything but… he has no fucking idea
Charlie feet continued to tap furiously.
"Charlie… hey are you ok Charlie?" Jack's voice echoed in the air, the air thick with heat, with Hurley.
Ignore him he'll go away, he doesn't care about you, all he cares about is his bitch, he never cared about you
Fine now the schizophrenia was settling in, he does care… he came back for me…
"Charlie are you there, Charlie speak to me." Jack asked in a snappish tone.
"See your repeating stuff he doesn't like that." Hurley said.
What was he an animal?
"I'm fine! Leave me alone!" Charlie used the last of his self control to jam his hands in his pockets then he stood.
"Charlie, are you ok?" Jack asked as he walked away angrily.
"Charlie!" Jack yelled.
He had to get away from them, he had to be alone… but he couldn't stand spending this time without what made him feel alive…
A/N:
Ok for a first shot it was ok, oh and it's a one shot so it won't be continued lol please let me know what you guys think?