Self Medicate

Chapter 6

I'm alive! Just lost all of my writing, and it was a bit annoying having to rewrite all of the newer chapters + all of the other stories I'm planning. Also life hasn't been the best for me.

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An alarm remind Mammon to get out of bed a few hours later. He didn't sleep. Actually he's forgotten what he's been doing, though he vaguely remembers spending money on something.

He didn't want to get up. He had to get up. His pills were wearing off.

He went straight to the bathroom and grabbed the bag of pills. They looked different. They now had a light blue tint, but to Mammon they were the only things that would get him through the day, so they didn't look _too_ different to him.

He popped two in his mouth and began to get ready for school, waiting for the pills to kick in.

He stared into the mirror.

He looks great! Or at least he thought he looked great. Maybe the lack of sleep made him appear sick to others, but he couldn't tell.

"Everyone finds you repulsive."

Strangely Mammon has begun to get used to the voice, although he does still wish that it was just a thought or, at the very least, said something nice.

Before Mammon put the pills back into it's place he had a realization. The bathroom wasn't the best place for his pills. He looked around the room for a bit before deciding that under the couch was the best option.

"I'll find a better place later." He thought, slipping the bag under the cushions.

He decided to only take a shower, and hoped that he could get home soon.

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In the middle of a shower the pills finally kicked in. He hated the feeling he got. He was happy but these pills didn't give him the same burst of energy he was used to. They made him exhausted to the point where he could barely open his eyes.

The next thing he knew he was laying in his shower as someone was banging on his bedroom door.

As he got up and saw as blood trickled from his face. He touched his nose. It didn't hurt but he knew he did something to it as he saw the blood on his fingers.

He still heard the banging as he turned off the shower and started drying off.

"Come on Mammon you're gonna be late."

"How is that possible?" He thought. "I had at least an hour. They shouldn't have even had breakfast yet."

Mammon put on his clothes and went to the door, quickly putting his hand over his nose

"Everyone already left but Lucifer wanted to make sure you were up." Beelzebub said then took a good look at Mammon.

"Mammon are you sure you're feeling better? You still look really sick."

He was so tired.

"I'm fine."

Mammon's nose bled hard, so hard that wiping it only seemed to make it worse and draw attention to it.

"What happened?" Beelzebub said, panicked.

"I slipped in the shower but I'll be fine."

Mammon watched as Beelzebub quickly grabbed something from out of his pocket before handing it to him.

It was a small bandage.

Mammon knew enough to know that bandage was going to do nothing for him, he would be quiet literally putting a bandage on a broken bone.