A/N: Hi again! Here's the next drabble for the February challenge. Most of you know I'm not very comfortable writing Reid, but writing this chapter from his point of view came very easy to me. Hope you all enjoy it! Let me know what you think!
This chapter belongs to Reid...
Prompt:
Feb 5th
Sleeping With The Light On – Busted
"I feel her slipping through my fingers
Now she's gone I'm sleeping with the light on
And shocks went through my veins
Now that she's gone I'm sleeping with the light on"
Giving In
'I can't believe I did that,' Reid thinks to himself as he looks around at the cluttered study where his mom sat just hours ago. The desk is piled with books on 15th century literature, hand written notes on its impact on today's society, and how it influenced future novelists whose work would become the stuff of legend. He can't seem to make himself leave the very spot he's been standing in since the men from Bennington came and took her away. And even though he's the one that made the call, he still cannot believe it's real.
As the tears roll down his 18-year-old face, Spencer cannot help but think himself a failure. She begged him not to let them take her away. And he did anyway. He had to. He couldn't take care of her anymore. She was slipping away, more and more with each passing day, and there was nothing he could do to change that. Her moments of incoherence turned into full days, which then stretched into weeks. And as much as he hated himself for it, he knew she needed more help than he could give her.
As he finally pulls himself from the memories flooding his constantly spinning brain, he finally uproots himself from her study. He shuts the door, but leaves the light on for her. He doesn't eat or wash up. He simply goes to his room and lies down knowing sleep will elude him tonight. His tears continue to flow and he feels more alone than he's ever felt in his short life. And he's left every light in the house on. For her.