|Drugs| j.c

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by loveovermatter

by loveovermatter

Jim's pov

I'm laying on my bed with my girlfriend cuddled in my arms, sleeping peacefully, until suddenly I feel this sudden wave of addiction.

I needed to find them. Now.

I quickly but softy get out of bed, trying not to wake Y/n up. My feet press onto the cold wooden floors of our room and step towards the bathroom.

I open the door of the bathroom and enter, rummaging through cabinets until I open the mirror cabinet and find the jackpot.

I rapidly grab bottles, tearing open the bottle caps, and stuffing the pills in my mouth.

At this point, I completely forgot about Y/n as bottles crashed to the floor, one by one.

I'm lost in the moment and can't seem to find my way back. My vision becomes fuzzy but I soon come to the conclusion that I don't care. Not one bit.

"Jim?" A soft, angelic voice calls from the door, ripping me from my trans as I whipped my head to the small girl standing tiredly yet completely shocked at my actions.

Y/n new about me on drugs. I promised I would stop after she begged me, worried that I was killing myself and she couldn't do anything about it, but my addiction was to strong.

"Why?" I could see tiers pricking her eyes and rolling down her soft cheeks, making me panic inside. I hated seeing her in pain. I couldn't bear it. It makes it even worse when I'm the cause of it.

"N-no, please don't cry-..." I stutter over my words, the drugs hitting me like a brick wall.

"Jim, why? You promised..." I try with all my strength to walk over and wrap her in my arms but all that came from my body was small shuffles.

"P-please, d-d-don't c-cry..." My voice cracks at least ten times in one small sentence and soon my eyes start closing up. Then I feel it. Tears are trickling down my face as well.

I could then feel Y/n's hand cup my cheeks and lean my head to the wall, trying to let my head relax.

"Jim, you can't keep doing this to yourself! I can't live like this, dreading every day that I'm going to come home and find you dead on the couch!" She raised her voice, it cracking at the end as we both start sinking to the floor.

"I-i'm sorry. I'm gonna do better. Okay?" I lift my pail hand to her wet cheeks, slurring my words.

"Jim, I can't do this anymore... I love you so much but I have tried to help you and you won't listen to me..."

"W-wait. What does that mean?" I know exactly what she means. She's leaving me.

"I can't stay here. Jim. At least not until you get better." She then reluctantly removes my hand from her cheek before getting up to leave.

"Wait! No, p-please, d-don't go. I-i'll be better. P-promise." I yelp, grabbing her hand before she had the chance to leave.

"Jim..." She paused, picking me up from my spot on the floor and resting her forehead on mine. "I love you... okay. But neither you nor I can live like this anymore. You need help because I can not watch you die like this. Okay? Do you understand me?!" She holds back tears and talks to me firmly.

"Y-yes. I understand, just p-please don't leave m-me." Silence takes over us until she takes in a large breath.

"Okay..."

And there we were. Foreheads against each other, tears rolling down our cheeks, and most importantly, completely in love to even realize we were killing ourselves off. Mentally and physically.