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One dose would end his misery. One dose would take him away from this current hell and bring him relief, let him have a few blissful minutes of peace away from all the worry, disappointment and misunderstanding. He gently rolled the bottle of freedom in his shaky hands. Six years clean washed down the drain. What would the team say? Just at the thought of Morgan finding out made him shiver with fright.
"JJ used to care" he whispered under his breath. He quickly glanced up to make sure the bathroom lock was securely shut he began to fill the needle up with the clear liquid. Even though JJ and Henry had left before he came home that night, he knew he still had to be precautionary if he was going to start up with it again. He looked into the mirror only to see a weak, pale, and teary eyed face looking back at him. He was tired of crying for HER. Taking the now full needle he sunk to the floor.
"You left because you don't care about myself or my help… well Jenifer I hope your happy!"
He cried out loud as he plunged the needle into his forearm. Pressing that syringe was the best feeling you could imagine. Memories became a blur, emotions faded. His eyes fluttered shut and he grew limp, his head rolled back against the wall. His hand crashed to the floor beside him dropping the needle that rolled aimlessly across the room.
When he woke up he came back to reality in a panic, not realizing that he was safe at home. Not moving he sat in horror as the past events and heart wrenching emotions came flooding back into his head, but for some strange reason, at that moment, everything seemed easier to take in. He glanced at his watch. 7:36, he had been out for an hour. Slowly rising up off the floor his legs and knees wobbles feverishly from the lack of movement and his head spun. Gripping the bathroom counter he closed his eyes and forced himself to count breaths.
"One…Two…Three…Four…Five"
He counted out loud before opening his eyes, straightening up slowly and heading for his bedroom. Tomorrow was the day his vacation time finally ended and he had to be in the BAU at the early time of 6am to avoid any unwanted suspicion. That meant somehow making his skin less pale, his eye less dark, and most of all somehow hiding the fresh puncture wound on his arm.
The next morning came faster than he wanted. He'd barley slept that night. Crawling out of bed at 5:00 he had a steaming hot shower and dressed in a long sleeved purple dress shirt with a brown zigzagged vest and black dress pants. He walked into the kitchen and made himself a tea with extra sugar and thought about possible excuses that he could use for his pale skin. He was almost sure the team was aware that some sort of conflict had happened but they didn't know exact details which meant they would want a lot of details and information, and lucky him, JJ wouldn't be there for another month meaning that everyone would be on him. Just the thought of everyone staring at him when they came in the door that morning stressed him out immensely. His body already craved another dose but for obvious reasons he couldn't have another one yet, but he had already planned another session that night. Gulping down his tea, he quickly made another, grabbed his satchel, keys and left his home ready to face the world and dark reality once again.
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