Cold Feet

26, All That's Uncovered

TW; $uicide, OD mentions, depression

Coraline

Being back in this house feels weird.

There's a somewhat discomforting feeling about being in Damiano's room now.

I'm not sure if it's from all the memories of being here, or because this is where it happened.

When we arrived, Victoria was already passed out, so me and Ethan carried her up into her room next door.

Thomas texted not long after saying he was coming back for a bit, then leaving to spend the night back at the hospital. In a way, I'm glad someone's going to be with Damiano tonight.

But it means me and Ethan are left to clean up after the accident.

The second I walked into the room I felt sick. I felt as though a bullet shot right into my stomach, but I wasn't bleeding. Just a blank shot.

Papers scattered everywhere, all with different things written on them. Most in English, few in Italian, one was even written in a code of some sort?

No sheets were on the bed, the pillows were thrown into one corner.

The bottle.

All what was left of the pills were everywhere; some even near the door.

How did they deal with seeing this?

Images of Damiano laying helplessly on the bed flash into my head and it makes my chest ache.

"It was way worse before, the paramedics had to move most of everything"

My head turns to Ethan who's picking up all the scattered pills and putting them back in the bottle. "These will definitely be put away now for good"

I can't even comprehend words. My body stays frozen by the door as if my feet were glued down.

"I'm guessing you were planning on staying in the guest room?" He asks, looking up at me after clearing the floor of the pills.

I can tell he's just trying to make me feel more comfortable by engaging in conversation.

I only manage to say the one sentence that's been in my head since entering the room. "Flush them"

Something in my brain clicks and my feet move to the bedside table draws. Opening the top draw, I push through everything in hopes of finding something.

Nothing.

Moving onto the bottom draw, I swing it open.

My hands immediately fly to my mouth as I gasp.

So many bottles.

I feel Ethan move to behind me.

"Shit" he whispers, leaning down.

I pick up one of the bottles and try to read the contents.

"These are sleeping pills. But it's the only red bottle. We have to get rid of everything"

Ethan further inspects the other bottles looking really confused.

A total of 5 bottles lay in the draw.