The failed superhero sank to the floor and ran a hand through his hair. Viktor didn't need him. Diego didn't need him. Ben didn't need him. The world was better off without him. Klaus popped open bottle after bottle, opened plastic bag after bag. He set three bags down on the floor and emptied the pills into his shaky hand. Shuffling them all around, Klaus counted out twelve. He took deep breaths, and even deeper drinks. He couldn't do this anymore. The pain, all of his losses, all of these stupid apocalypses. Everyone thought he was some fucked up junkie? He would show them all fucked up junkie.
He was useless. Pathetic. An addict. They were one of the scourge in the world parents tell their kids to stay away from. God, Klaus hadn't overdosed since he was 17. After Ben died...
They clutched the pills even tighter, sucking their teeth in. It was their fault that Ben died. It was THEIR pills that Ben took. THEY always told Ben to lighten up, grow some balls and take some ||pills.|| Klaus threw his beer bottle at the wall, making it shatter loudly. Holding his knees to his chest, Klaus closed his eyes and gulped, trying to wet his burning throat. No luck.
A sick sinking feeling befell on his stomach. One by one, the little white pills found their way into his mouth. It was now or fucking never. A single thought crossed his mind. What if he stopped? What if he spit them all out? What if he just didn't exist? The intrusive thoughts entered his brain again. MAKE THEM STOP.
Klaus held his clenched fists against his ears and screamed, in an attempt to make the voices quieter. Great, now he would only have minutes- seconds before anyone came up to see what the noise was. If they actually cared. Klaus knew that if he spat the pills out right now and walked out of this room, he'd return to the pain and desolation that was his life. Utterly pathetic.
The pills were swallowed, scratching and fighting all the way down their throat. The drugs entered his system and Klaus's eyes rolled back into his head. Limbs went limp. The blood around his heart stopped pumping, and the roaring noise in his ears stopped roaring. Klaus's body slumped to the floor.
Dead.
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FanfictionKlaus overdoses as an act of suicide, thinking no one could ever care about them, but when Sparrow Ben walks in, Klaus has to try and avoid an awkward conversation with the Sparrow Academy's Number Two. He/they pronouns for Klaus. ALSO SORRY I SUCK...
