(✓) iii.| 𝐕𝐈𝐋𝐄, 𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐬 𝐟𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐝.

[ 056 ] 𝐖𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐖𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝐖𝐑𝐎𝐍𝐆

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HIS HEART WAS BEATING RAPIDLY INSIDE OF HIS CHEST—-he sat on the tile bathroom floor staring down at his trembling hands, taking in everything he just did.

one pill after another, down the tubes.

was he going to overdose this time?

he didn't plan on it, but if it happened then he wouldn't regret anything... wouldn't regret if it all just got taken away from him like that.

the immense pain he just felt, like a weight was crushing his body, the constant feeling of holding back tears resting in his throat.

he let out a loud sigh, depression.

he just laid himself on the cold bathroom floor, as a way to numb himself from the rest of the pain beating down on his body.

help me.

—

"noah what the hell could you possibly be doing right now?" sophie said as he walked through the front door wearing clown shoes and a cowboy hat.

"harassing local pedestrians on the street at a hot dog stand" he casually said,

"very lovely" she sarcastically nodded.

"GUYS! GUYS! GUYS!" lia came running down the stairs frantically, sophie and noah turned around to face her before she continued speaking,

"miles and lexie are coming home today!" she shouted at them,

"i know, can't wait to see how much more fucked up lexie is after spending four months alone with that batshit insane bitch miles" noah said, causing sophie to crack up a little, lia rolled her eyes.

"and there's gonna be a big party here tonight!" lia said too, because miles and lexie were coming back they wanted to see a lot of people after being isolated by themselves in italy, so they decided to tell a bunch of people there was going to be a party.

"yeah it definitely isn't going to go good" noah shook his head, knowing the history of every party that they have ever thrown.

"have good vibes!" lia encouraged noah to be optimistic, but he just rolled his eyes.

but was he right?

—

he kept feeling his heart thump inside of his chest so loud it was deafening to his ears; he was still laying on the cold bathroom floor, numb to his core but still in torturing pain.

he wanted to rip his heart out of his chest, hearing is his heart beating was so bothering as he felt himself slowly disassociate from reality.

that's all hes been doing lately, disassociating.

he uses it as a coping mechanism—-removing himself from reality to lessen the pain, but it always came back ten times stronger when he came back down.

he was being closer and closer to being pushed over the edge,

and he finally felt like he fell off of that cliff as his eyes rolled into the back of his head as they shut.