Disclaimer: yes, i don't own the characters of this fic, just brad and chelsea's parents.
5. Overdoes
"I can't, I can't….I CAN'T!!! says Chelsea in a frustrated tone while throwing her math notebook to the floor. "This is too much for me. I can't think of math when I have so many things inside my head!" She takes her head between her hands not knowing what to do.
"Is something wrong?" her mother asks after opening the door behind Chelsea's back.
"No mom, I'm sorry if I woke you up!" she says bending to pick up the mess on the floor.
"No, I wasn't sleeping. Your dad and I were just…you know!"
"Mom, please! I don't need any details, thank you!" she says covering her ears.
"We were just talking!"
"Oh, sorry!"
"You better go to sleep, it's 1 am and you have school tomorrow"
"I still have to study for math and work on my project!"
"Good Night!"
"Good Night, mom!"
Mrs. Daniel closes the door but then she opens it again.
"You didn't touch your dinner today. Aren't you hungry?"
"No mom, I ate at Raven's!"
"Ok, Bye!"
"Bye!"
She had to lie one more time, she didn't wanted more interruptions, wasn't hungry and had to continue with her math problems.
"I have to stop thinking of Brad, I have to stop thinking of Eddie, I have to stop thinking of this moving nightmare. I have to control myself, I can't fall sleep. There are lots of things to do and I just have.." She takes a look at her watch. "all night to study, that's enough time!"
She grabs her math notebook and starts to calculate. After 20 minutes she falls sleep over the notebook.
Later, the phone rings.
She wakes up desperate trying to find her phone. And when she finally finds it, it's too late to get the call. A message alert sounds and she dials up the number to hear it.
"I need you, I wish you could be here with me."
When she looks at the screen of her phone notices its 4:30 a.m and remembers she hasn't studied for math.
"God! What am I going to do with this?"
The red digits of the clock flips to 4:31a.m and she fights another yawn. She is desperate to go to sleep but she has to finish everything first. The time to study gets shorter and she starts to panic that she will never get everything done.
4:35a.m, Chelsea yawns again and reaches for her notes. She tries to read them but her eyes are blurry. "Stay awake" she keeps saying to herself while her body is yelling for sleep.
Suddenly, Chelsea starts to remember what Alana had told her hours earlier:
"You might wanna try these!" Alana says still whispering.
"What are they?" She asked examining the bottle.
"Caffeine Pills. They help you keep awake like a can of soda. They're harmless!"
"I don't think I'll need them!" she says giving Alana back the bottle but Alana takes it and puts it in Chelsea's bag.
"Keep them. You might want them!" She smiles.
Staring at the pile of notes, she remembers the pills in her bag.
"Safe as coffee!" she reads on the bottle. "One pill equals the amount of 2 cups of coffee"
She glances back at her pile of empty soda cans. She'd already had enough caffeine to keep a small army moving, so what harm could a few pills do? And Alana seemed perfectly healthy. "Fifteen pills should do it" she thought. That is the equivalent of 30 cups of coffee. She swallows the pills and starts to study.
4:45a.m "Do these work?" she finds herself wondering as she yawns again. "Maybe I' m more tired than I though". She chased down 2 more pills and a soda.
When she looks at the clock again, it is after 5:00 am and she has one more pill left. She decides to take the last one with her third can of soda.
Suddenly, her hands starts shaking, her vision gets blurry and a wave of nausea hits her. She closes her eyes and brakes out in a cold sweat. Then she struggles violently sick to the bathroom. She sits in the cold tile floor and looks up at the lights fixture, waiting for the sickness to pass. Several minutes later, she finally can stand up.
"Maybe I shouldn't have taken that last pill" She thinks while walking back to her room to finish what she was doing. But when she touches the doorknob, nausea hits her again, forcing her back to the bathroom. Sadly, before she gets to the bathroom, she falls down almost unconscious and tries to call for help, but is too late, her voice isn't loud enough and her eyes finally shut.
I know this fic has been too long/too boring but It's leading somewhere, please leave a review!