Daggers of love

chapter 49

Drugs do different things to people. Some have the best time of their lives, chilled as fuck, hallucinating amazing and wonderful things, overall enjoying life.

But some others have quite the opposite. Paranoia, manic or schizophrenic episodes, walking off and jumping from a balcony, self-harming in a dirty motel bathroom, or just dropping dead from overdose right then and there.

I've seen both of these reactions happen many times in my life, so it's no surprise I ended up being the baby sitter for the only person who took way too many of the one thing that will determine the vibe for the entire trip. My expectations where low, nothing too extreme but if he dropped dead, I wouldn't be surprised.

So, while billy did absolutely nothing, I went and grabbed Marcus. the poor thing was just staring at the open wardrobe, mumbling something about apologies to himself. I heard my name slip in there but I brushed it off, it's not about me at the moment. I slowly approached him, he didn't look at me, not even when I grabbed his upper arm. He just kinda stood there, eyes still wide, mouth looking both dry and overflowing at the same time, blank and unresponsive.

"Hey Marcus," I attempt communication with the dead man walking, "let's go sit back down, ok buddy?"

Again, nothing.

I knew talking to him in this state would be hard, communication isn't exactly easy with someone who's borderline braindead from acid, but I didn't want to see him as half dead so I kept trying.

"Is there something on your mind?" I ask as I began to move him back towards the bed. He just kinda looked around, eyes eventually landing on me.

"I need to apologise." He finally lets out, voice just as dazed as his face. we itched closer to the bed, his feet moving at a painfully slow pace.

"Who do you need to apologise to sweetie?" I ask gently. He doesn't respond for a bit, the silence deafening. I try to distract my worry by focusing on leading him to the bed, finally we sit on it, and to my relief they boy finally speaks.

"My parents..." he begins slowly, "and y/n." I watch him closely as he stares at the tv Infront of us. The silky material of my dress lightly pressed to him and I reach over, moving my hands from his upper arm down to his lap, grasping his hands with my own. "Apologize for killing myself... apologise for the needy part that made me do all these things."

My eyes widen at his words. I had a feeling that he was ramping up his badass attitude for show but I didn't think he would actually admit it to me.

"Marcus," I hear billy start from behind me. "I know y/n is here but aren't your parents, you know..." I angrily turn to billy, lifting a hand to discretely swipe across my neck, signalling to him stop stalking, cut it out if you will.

"The parents are going to be disappointed in me." Marcus continues, Turing to billy.

The parents?

"Your parents are dead, Marcus"

"Billy!" I angrily whisper shout, my face now showing more anger than before. "Seriously?!"

"Seriously what y/n?! we don't have time for this right now." I angrily pout, I know he's right but I'm still not happy with how he handled that. "Look my old man should be back any minute." He pauses, looking to Marcus. "Are you still up for this?"

It takes a while for a response. I'm pretty sure all of us are on high alert, well maybe not Marcus. the stress billy feels is immense, I can tell, he's just staring at Marcus during the silence...not blinking during the intense eye contact they shared, barely even breathing.

"Now is all we have..." Marcus finally responds, turning his head back to the tv, "here and now."

"Right." And with that billy semi storms out, probably going to set the devices if he hasn't done that already.