Heartache • Tk Twin Sister (A Fox 911 Lone Star/ Fox 911 Fanfic)

Chapter 36

"I'm sorry I don't understand
Where all of this is coming from
I thought that we were fine."

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On the way back home it was quiet and when we got back Myles went straight to sleep. I even watched him plop down in the bed and turn away from my body that stood in the short hallway outside the bathroom.

I showered and crawled into bed. I could tell he was still awake by the way he would let out long sighs periodically.

Like he was a disappointed father and I just snuck out.

I hated it. I hated this feeling.

It hurt my chest. My heart.

I felt like he was right.

I shouldn't be trusted.

This feeling— It kept me up.

Until 6 am, when the hangover started to set in and I was in and out of the bathroom, throwing up. I fell asleep shortly and then woke back up when I heard the door shut. When I sat up Myles was gone, this time no note, no text.

Nothing.

I swollen harshly and sat up in my bed.

He would be back. It's not like he grabbed all his stuff and left. Maybe he had another hospital he wanted to visit. Maybe he was getting us breakfasts.

Maybe he was just taking the day away from me.

So many maybes.

I stood up and made my way to the bathroom. I still had a hangover. Even with it being 9 am.

My head pounded.

I stood in front of the mirror and dragged my hands down my face. I didn't feel good at all and I looked terrible. I grabbed my two medication bottles and opened them, dropping one pill from each into my hand.

Before I took them, I admired them. Not in a good admire but a confused one. If Myles was replacing my pills then why have I not died yet, why has my heart not exploded or whatever the hell it does?

Why do I not have depressive episodes like I did as a teenager?

Why?

Maybe it was all placebo. Maybe I would be okay if I stopped taking it.

So that's what I did. I dropped the pills on the counter, leaving the bottles open, and made my way back to bed.

Hoping that it was a placebo and it wouldn't affect me.

But who the hell cares?

I fall asleep all day.

Only getting up when I need to throw up again.

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I don't wake up until around 1 surprisingly, and the only reason my eyes popped open is because my phone went off.

A text.

Maybe from Myles since he has yet to make his return. I open my eyes while stretching my arm out to my phone that sits on the bedside table. The light from the window doesn't do much since before I went to bed I shut all the blinds and pulled the curtains shut. It was very dark and that made me feel good for some reason.

The light from the phone did hurt my eyes, causing me to instantly shut it off and throw it down on the bed. I had to slowly turn the phone over so my eyes could adjust to it, even then I was still squinting.