Chapter Four: capsule coping.

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*TW FOR DRUG ABUSE
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WEEK FOUR.
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Ashlyn woke up, shooting up in her bed, sobbing.

She had another dream about aiden.

This one, was one of the "good" ones, her therapist had talked about.

Well-- to be fully truthful, none of them are good.

She put her hands over her eyes, sobbing loudly.

She stood up, stumbling.

She opened her door with her shakey hands, and slowly walked out into the hall.

All the lights were off, so she could barely see anything.

She walked-- well, more of stumbled down the stairs and into the kitchen.

It was pitch black outside, but the small light in the kitchen was on.

She walked over to the kitchen counter, and pressed her face against the cold granite.

Her head hurt badly.

She walked to the medicine cabinet and opened it, grabbing the Tylenol.

She put four of them in her mouth and swallowed them dry.

She sighed.

She reached for the top of the cabinet, grabbing Xanax.

She had never really considered doing drugs before they had died, but of course it had come to her mind now that they were all gone.

Drinking was a little bit out of her field though, she thought as she popped the pill capsules into her mouth.

She sat up on the counter, groaning and leaning into the counter.

Her foggy eyes scanned the room, as she lightly fell back into sleep.

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TWO HOURS LATER!
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Ashlyn woke up on the floor.

"Ughh.." she sat up and touched her Forehead.

She lightly touched a bump on her head and whinced.

"Fuck." She slowly stood up.

She walked back up to her room, stumbling up the stairs.

She basically fell into her bed, sighing loudly as her head hit the pillow.

She got under her blanket and opened her phone.

She went to aidens contact and began tearing up.

Active 4 weeks ago

She looked at it every week.

She grabbed aidens hoodie and pulled it to her chest, gripping it.

Her heart still hadn't accepted that he was just.. gone.

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