B was laying down in his bed, staring up at the white ceiling. His hands were still a little numb so he ran them across the blankets on his bed. He felt so... weird. B inhaled sharply as he heard someone walking into the room. He watched K walk across to A's side of the room, the blonde boy trailing behind her. The sun seemed brighter than usual today. He closed his eyes and gripped the blankets on his bed. They felt so soft. Someone was talking to him but he wasn't listening. Their voice sounded so far away.
"What's wrong with him?" A asked, staring at B laying on the bed.
"I don't know." K answered, just as confused as he was.
B's eyes fluttered open and he noticed the pair staring at him. He narrowed his eyes.
"What?" He asked rudely.
"What's wrong?" K asked him, sitting next to him on the bed. A just stood off to the side, watching them from his side of the room.
B tried to sit up but his body felt heavy, so he stayed where he was. He stared up at K, looking at A from the corner of his eye.
"Nothing." He said.
"Is it your med-"
"Nothing, I'm just a little tired." He cut her off, glancing at A then back to K. It was the stupid medicine. The dosage was way too strong for B. He felt like he was being weighed down by a ton of bricks. "It will make you feel more calm." Murphy had said. No, it will make you feel like a useless slab of meat! If anyone else found out B was on medication again they would think something was wrong with him... and he wouldn't hear the end of it.
"Okay..." K said, looking down at her fingers.
B felt bad. He was being sort of rude to her. She looked back at him again.
"How are your hands?"
"...They feel much better." He said giving her a half smile.
K looked at his hands and frowned. "They're still a bit red." She put her hands in her lap. "Its my fault I should've taken some of the blame, I went with you to get the jam..."
"If theres anyone who should be feeling bad, it's Vienna." B said slowly. "She's the demon who ratted me out."
B could see this made her feel a little bit better because she laughed, giving him a little smile. He smiled back. A came over and sat on his own bed, which was right beside B's. He stared at B awkwardly, waiting for him to say something else. B simply looked at him. When he didn't say anything more, A began talking to K.
B sighed loudly as K turned and went back to talking to A as she was before. A. He was always getting in the way of things. B didn't want A being friends with K, B was friends with her first. That was selfish, but B didn't care. But the only way he was going to be able to stay friends with K was if he befriended A in some way. He already had to share a room with him, now this? All of it made B want to punch himself in the face.
It really wasn't fair.
...
It was dark. A disgusting yet familiar smell filled the air, burning in his nostrils. He heard the crunch of broken glass against his feet and looked down, the remains of green and clear beer bottles covered the dirty carpet floor.
"Where are you...?" He heard an angry voice say.
He looked around in the darkness, trying to find the source of the voice.
"Where are you?" It slurred again, this time sounding closer.
He backed up a few steps before a glass bottle came out of nowhere, hitting him on the back of his head, breaking on contact.
"There you are!"
B spun around when two hands suddenly grabbed him by the neck and began shaking him, choking the air out of his lungs. He was pushed to the ground and it felt as if someone was sitting on his chest.
"Your fault! Your fault!" The menacing voice growled. "Your fault!"
B felt broken glass digging into the back of his head as the hands squeezed tighter around his neck, everything around him going white. He stared up at the faceless man, his shouts becoming louder and louder.
"Your fault!"
...
B jolted awake. He looked around frantically. It was dark, was he still dreaming? He felt around him, touching the soft blankets on his bed. A wave of comfort went through his body. No, he was awake now. He had fallen asleep again. He touched his neck. He was still having that same nightmare. B heard a soft snore and looked at A asleep in the bed next to him. B assumed it was past midnight. Everything in the house was very quiet.
He ran his hand over his chest; his shirt was damp with perspiration. He was sweating a lot. The dark long sleeve was sticking to his skin, he felt like it was suffocating him. B kicked his legs over the side of his bed and stood up, pulling the sweat soaked shirt off of his body.
He staggered to the bathroom, flipping on the light and closing the door behind him. B needed a shower, and he needed to think. After stripping himself completely naked, B stared at himself in the mirror. His bony body looked extra pale in the white light, he looked like a ghost. The medicine still hadn't worn off yet. B unwrapped the bandages on his arms, revealing the infected cuts and scars. He rubbed his arms together, cringing at the feeling of his scabs rubbing against untouched skin.
He stared at his arms. His skin felt tight; he could feel the craving coming on him. B tried to resist the urge, but he couldn't. His skin was prickling and it was calling him. He needed to do it. After turning on the shower, B fumbled through the things in the medicine cabinet and found his blade under a box of bandaids. Not even hesitating, B slashed a line into his skin, feeling that instant gratification when he saw the drops of blood emerging from it.
As he stood there, something felt different, there was little pain. B cut again, but deeper this time. He bled even quicker but it still wasn't hurting like it was supposed to. It was the medicine. The medication was numbing is skin.
"I just want to feel something..." He muttered pathetically, dragging the blade across his arm once more.
Before he knew it, he had a long row of lines down his arms, some of them going over scabs and old scars. Upset with himself and dissatisfied, B tossed the bloody razor blade into the sink and stepped into the shower. He inhaled deeply, water vapor filling his throat. B stood under the stream of water, letting it soak his hair and engulf his body. The fresh cuts stung under the hot water and the blood made its way down the drain.
Pressure was building up in his chest. B started to cry. He didn't know why he was crying, he just was. He tried to control his sobbing but that just made it worse, and louder, so he stood there in the shower and cried, letting the sound of the water drown out his whimpering.
...
B needed to get rid of that medicine. He hadn't even been taking it for more than one day and he already hated how it made him feel. Delayed reaction time, numbness, over-emotional, drowsiness... B couldn't take it anymore.
He walked drowsily in the night downstairs and down the long hallway towards Roger's office. He cracked the door, and not seeing anyone in the room he walked right in. He approached the wooden dest in the middle of the room and started going through the drawers without hesitation.
"I know Roger keeps it somewhere in here..." B mumbled to himself, opening every little compartment in the desk.
He pulled open one drawer that was full of keys. Roger kept a set of keys on him, and these keys were the spares of each of those keys. Any lock you needed to open, the key was most likely in that drawer. Some of them were labeled and some weren't, and a lot of them looked really old as if they were for the original locks in the house. B tried to open the drawer underneath it but it wouldn't budge. He pulled it a few more times. It was locked. His medicine was probably in there.
B wiped his still damp hair away from his face and sighed loudly. "Great."
He opened the key drawer again and began to try each key on the lock. There were so many keys, one of them was bound to open the drawer. He fumbled with the small keys, some of them silver, some of them gold, and some of them a disgusting rust color. As he was trying to jam another key into the keyhole, B heard footsteps. He dropped to the ground and hid under the desk, not wanting to get in trouble again.
"Um... B?" He heard a small whisper say. "Is that you?"
B looked from underneath the desk and tried to see who was at the door. It was K. He stood back up and looked at her, somewhat confused.
"Why did you follow me?" B asked, squinting at her.
She ignored his question and pointed to the key in his hand. "It's going to take you forever to open that drawer like that." She said. "There's just too many keys..."
B stared at her expectantly, waiting for her to say something else.
"I can help you open it if you want... but only if you want me to."
B was still confused. How in the world was she going to be able to open the drawer any quicker than he could?
"That'd be kind of you..." He said, and K walked over to him.
B stood over her and crossed his arms, watching as she took a large bobby pin out of her thick black hair. He was still uncertain of how she was going to be unlocking the drawer. K bent the pin a few times, breaking it into two halves, then used the desk to bend them multiple ways. She crouched down next to the drawer and pushed the two pieces of the bobby pin into the lock, twisting them this way and that. B watched for a few minutes as she sat there picking the lock, a concentrated look on her face. Just as he was about to tell her to give up there was a large click, and the drawer was open.
B narrowed his eyes at her. "How..."
She unlocked the drawer with a bobby pin. B was so surprised it was probably showing on his face. K smiled up at him.
"I told you I could open it." She said triumphantly.
"I honestly didn't think you could." B smirked. "Thanks."
B looked into the drawer and his prediction was correct, the orange bottle was in the drawer with a bunch of other important things, money, other keys... nothing really concerning B though. He took out his pill bottle and kissed it.
"Now to destroy these." He thought.
K gave him a confused look. "What do you need your medicine for? I thought you already took it..."
"You'll see." B said.
...
They stood in the downstairs bathroom, B hovering over the toilet and K standing at the door. B counted the pills in the bottle, 27 in total.
"Beyond what are you doi-"
"Goodbye." He said cheerfully, pouring them all into the clear water of the toilet.
K stared at him as he pushed the lever to flush, shocked. "B you just poured all your medicine down the toilet."
"I know." He said, putting the toilet seat down. "Come with me we need to do one more thing..."
"Do you realize how bad that is?" K asked as they walked back to Roger's office. "That's your medicine... can't you die if you don't take it or something...?"
B tried to suppress a laugh. "I won't die." He whispered. "Hey look, Wammy keeps some sweets in this cabinet right here, he used to give them to L." He pointed to a big wooden closet.
"Be-yond you are not listening to me!" K whispered furiously, crossing her arms.
B opened the closet and pulled out a bin of a bunch of small candies of many different colors.
"K it's fine calm down." He said sitting down on the floor. "I'll be fine I promise you."
He stared up at her and smiled. B was somewhat surprised, she was actually worried about his well-being. She sighed in defeat and sat down next to him as he opened the container.
"I need 27 of these." He said as he picked through them. "But only the white ones."
Once they had picked out 27 candies and eaten a few of the others, B put them all into his pill bottle and closed it up. K looked at him with a smile.
"Those look just like your pills." She stated.
"Exactly," B whispered as they stood up. "Roger will never be able to tell the difference."
They went back into his office and put the bottle back in the drawer. K closed and locked it as B tidied everything up just the way it was before. Before they went back upstairs, B stopped K.
"You have to promise me you will never tell anyone about this, okay?" He asked, looking at her right in the eyes. "Even if V presses you about it don't say a word."
"Only if you promise me you'll be okay without your medicine." K said back to him. She really was worried about him.
B sighed. "I promise."
"Okay, I promise too."
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