Special Needs (Unfinished)

What have you done?

"Brian," Stefan ran towards his partner and sat beside him in his bed, not knowing exactly what to do or what exactly was happening to his lover.

Brian layed there, breathing heavily and deeply, while wide-eyed. It was almost like he was taking his last few breaths.

"What the fuck happened? Brian!" Stefan shook his friend, trying to get the twenty one year old awake. He still was expressionless and blankly staring at the ceiling. It was like he was unconscious. Stefan started to cry, his boyfriend wasn't alright.

Stefan noticed a needle beside Brian's left arm. It had made a small hole below his elbow. Stefan thought it was what had caused this. Stefan didn't care that Brian was using drugs, it only mattered to him that his partner was awake and more alive.

"Brian." he shouted again. The body in front of him started to awake a little as he shook him.

"Stefan?" Brain asked groggy while he closed his dry eyes. "What are you doing here?"

"I wanted to come over." Stefan was more worried about what just happened. "What the fuck just happened to you?"

Brian rubbed his eyes and sat up. "I was having some fun before you got here."

Stefan thought Brian was being stupid. "That was fun to you? You were fucking dying." Stef wiped his eyes. "What are you taking?" He held up the needle beside the two.

"It's called Special K," Brian turned to face his friend while snatching the needle away. "This is mine. I could share it with you if you want it?"

"No, why the fuck are you doing this 'Special K' shit? It's going to fucking kill you. I don't want that."

"I'm fine. Ketamine is a fun drug, it makes you feel like you can never get up from the floor. That's why it's a cat tranquilizer. " Brian took the needle in his hand. "Let me show you a little of my fun for a change."

"No what the fuck would you use-," Brian got the needle into Stef's arm before he could pull away. Brian stuck it back into his arm and kissed Stefan's cheek.

"See you in a bit." Brian smiled and gave Stefan another dose. He gave another one to himself before laying down on the bed.

Stefan started to feel dizzy and layed down on Brian's bed. It felt like gravity pulled him down harder. Stef started relaxing and he blacked out.

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Brian awoke before his tall friend to the left of him. He rubbed his eyes, the man had just felt like he had the best sleep in his life, even though it was only a black out. He sat up in bed, letting his lover lay beside him glaring at the ceiling above. "Now tell me why that isn't fun." The man said to himself. Brian got out a cigarette from the drawer beside him and inhaled the smoke as he lit it.

Brian popped the cigarette in his mouth and searched for his needle. He felt it jab into his pinky finger when he got close. "Ouch," the man winced in pain as he slowly stuck pulled it out of his finger. The needle then was put back into the drawer.

"What should I do before Stef wakes?" The man asked himself, he wanted Stef to wake soon, it was almost eight p.m. A friend of Brian's was coming over and she didn't know about Stef.

"Shit," Brian watched outside as his friend Helena walked inside the complex. She wore a red jacket that covered the top of her blue jeans. She looked up at Brian's face and waved. He waved back trying to show no emotion of worry in him.

"Hi," Helena shouted from below.

"Hello," Brian spoke, his voice shook.

"I'll be right up," Helena went back to her car to grab something. Brian pulled his head back from the window and started to freak out a little.

Stef started to wake up a little when the man before him turned around. He was full of worry.

"What's wrong babe?" Stefan asked. He was still groggy from the drugs.

"Just stay in here," someone knocked at the door. "Shit." Brian left Stefan in the room while he went to go open the door for Helena.

"What?" Stefan replied, he had no clue what was happening.

"I'll be back just stay in here." He shut the door as there was another knock. "I'm fucking coming. Wait."

Brian opened the door to Helena on the other side. Her long brown hair was unkempt, she never really brushed it. The hair made Brian annoyed.

"You should really brush that," he said while the girl walked past him.

"I don't want to." She kissed Brian's cheek as she sat down on the couch. Brian sighed, he felt sorrow for Stef, Helena wasn't even his girlfriend. She tried to act like it though.

"So how are you?" Brian asked, sitting beside her.

"I'm alright. You?" She stroked the man's chin in front of her.

"I'm fine," Brian worried about Stef.

Helena leaned in and kissed Brian's cheek as he pulled away. "Stop."

"You're never like this." She leaned in again to kiss him.

"Seriously. Stop it, I don't like you," Brian scooted away from the woman.

Helena leaned over and crawled toward the short man. She held him in place and kissed him gently.

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This was a bad time, but Stefan didn't know that Brian wasn't with this woman. He opened up the door to his boyfriend kiising a woman on the couch.

"What the fuck is going on?" The tall man asked to the two laying on the couch.

Brian pushed the woman off him and ran up to Stef, tears welling up in his blue-green eyes. "Baby, I wasn't doing anything. Helena wanted to fuck me. I'm sorry," Brian got down on his knees and cried.

Stef didn't think it was the truth. "I knew what I saw."

Stef grabbed his old jacket and left, not knowing the truth about what really happened. Brian begged for Stef to believe him. Brian sobbed as he watched the blue van leave the flat.

Helena poked her head out of the bedroom window, hearing the car leave.

"Get the fuck out!" Brian screamed to her from outside. "Never fucking come back."

Helena rushed out as Brian went back to his flat, his black eyeliner smudged as tears rolled down his cheeks. He slammed his door, leaving a crack in the wall.

"Fuck!" Brian trashed his room, throwing his glass wine bottles down. The million little pieces upset him, but he kept tearing himself apart, like his flat.

The short man took out the rest of his alcohol and drank until he passed on the floor. His small hands were bleeding from the glass stuck in them. The twenty one year old was giving up, he had lost his love and no one else could make him happier.