Overdose

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Maine's POV

I was standing by my nightstand using it for support because I was trembling a little, I think I had done it. I collapsed to the ground and I tried to get back up but I failed to do that, a pain started to run through my body and I make a small sound. I started choking on my own spit then I started coughing it getting harsher slowly and I started coughing out blood onto the floor and I tried to get up but I fell back down and stopped coughing. I just laid there feeling the life in my body slowly leave then someone came running to my room and opened the door, it was dad and he looked at me horrified. He came to me and picked my limp body up, my breathing was slow and he knew it was too late then he fell to the ground and held me, I smelled blood on his wrists. I can understand why he was doing it to himself but I can't help him with how weak I am, and how much it hurts, I can't help him.

I feel bad how he couldn't help me then I felt cold tears on my head and I look at him, he was crying. I try to move my arms to hug him but my arms barely moved and he whispered something I couldn't make out. "Father..." I mumble and look at him with the strength I had and he just hugged me tighter, I was holding on for as long as I could so I could stay with him the best I could then my eyes start to shut. "No, no don't shut your eyes, stay with me." He says sniffling and I look at him, the pain kept growing worse begging me to shut my eyes but I listened to father and kept my eyes open for as long as I could. My eyelids started getting heavy on my eyes and they fell shut but I got shook awake before death could take me and my eyes opened tiredly then I looked at father. I hugged him using the strength I could to wrap my arms around him and he hugged me back being careful as to not hurt me then my eyes shut and before he could shake me awake, I was gone.

I awaken, Louisiana had me in his arms and I looked at him, I had my arms wrapped around him like I did but with father. He looked at me kind of sad look in his eyes, "...Louis?" I ask and small tears well up in his eyes, "Yes Maine." He says, "I missed you." I mumble

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