Sitting down at his desk,clicking the end to his mechanical pencil,parts of his paper lightly dampened with tears. He sighed softly to himself,contemplating if this would be worth it or not.
...should he?
...
Hesitantly,Lampert put pencil to paper,beginning to write a note that would change his life,literally.
'𝑫𝒆𝒂𝒓 𝑭𝒂𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒔,𝑰'𝒎 𝒔𝒐𝒓𝒓𝒚 𝒕𝒐 𝒕𝒆𝒍𝒍 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒃𝒐𝒕𝒉 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒔,𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒊'𝒎 𝒔𝒖𝒓𝒆 𝒚𝒐𝒖'𝒓𝒆 𝒏𝒐𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒉𝒂𝒑𝒑𝒊𝒆𝒔𝒕 𝒕𝒐 𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒓 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒔,𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒏𝒆𝒊𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒂𝒎 𝑰,𝒃𝒖𝒕 𝑰 𝒄𝒂𝒏'𝒕 𝒉𝒂𝒏𝒅𝒍𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒂𝒏𝒚𝒎𝒐𝒓𝒆.
𝑬𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒚𝒅𝒂𝒚 𝒊𝒔 𝒂𝒏𝒐𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒑 𝒄𝒍𝒐𝒔𝒆𝒓 𝒕𝒐 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒐-𝒄𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒆𝒅 '𝒇𝒂𝒕𝒆',𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝑰 𝒑𝒆𝒓𝒔𝒐𝒏𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒚 𝒄𝒂𝒏'𝒕 𝒘𝒂𝒊𝒕 𝒂𝒏𝒐𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒅𝒂𝒚 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒔 '𝒇𝒂𝒕𝒆'.
𝑰 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒃𝒐𝒕𝒉,𝒏𝒐 𝒎𝒂𝒕𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝒉𝒐𝒘 𝒎𝒖𝒄𝒉 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒇𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕,𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒊'𝒎 𝒔𝒖𝒓𝒆 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒇𝒆𝒆𝒍 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒂𝒎𝒆 𝒂𝒃𝒐𝒖𝒕 𝒎𝒆. 𝑨𝒕 𝒍𝒆𝒂𝒔𝒕,𝑰 𝒉𝒐𝒑𝒆.𝑻𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒊𝒔𝒏'𝒕 𝒏𝒆𝒄𝒆𝒔𝒔𝒂𝒓𝒊𝒍𝒚 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒇𝒂𝒖𝒍𝒕,𝑰 𝒋𝒖𝒔𝒕 𝒄𝒂𝒏'𝒕 𝒑𝒖𝒍𝒍 𝒕𝒉𝒓𝒐𝒖𝒈𝒉 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒂𝒏𝒚 𝒇𝒖𝒓𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓.
𝑬𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒚𝒃𝒐𝒅𝒚 𝒎𝒆𝒆𝒕𝒔 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒊𝒓 𝒆𝒏𝒅,𝑰 𝒋𝒖𝒔𝒕 𝒅𝒐𝒏'𝒕 𝒇𝒆𝒆𝒍 𝒍𝒊𝒌𝒆 𝒘𝒂𝒊𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒂𝒏𝒚 𝒍𝒐𝒏𝒈𝒆𝒓 𝒕𝒐 𝒅𝒐 𝒔𝒐,𝒔𝒐 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕'𝒔 𝒘𝒉𝒚 𝒊'𝒎 𝒘𝒓𝒊𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒍𝒊𝒕𝒕𝒍𝒆 𝒏𝒐𝒕𝒆...
𝑭𝒂𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒔,𝒊𝒇 𝒆𝒊𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒐𝒏𝒆 𝒐𝒇 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒔 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒔,𝑰'𝒎 𝒔𝒐 𝒔𝒐𝒓𝒓𝒚. 𝑰𝒕 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒃𝒆𝒕𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝒐𝒑𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒂𝒍𝒍 𝒐𝒇 𝒖𝒔. 𝑻𝒓𝒖𝒔𝒕 𝒎𝒆.
Shakily,he places his pencil down to re-read it. After deciding it was enough,he sets it down on his desk.
Lampert exits his room,looking around for a moment before quietly sneaking down the stairs that separated the two floors. Once at the bottom,he walks over,passing the living room and entering the kitchen.
Opening a cabinet,Lampert grabs his ADD medication bottle and sprints back upstairs.
(If you're wondering how he hasn't got caught,Mark and Wallter are at work ^ ^)
Soon after getting upstairs,he lets out a huff of exhaustion,catching is breath for a moment before looking down at the orange prescription bottle in his hand. Letting out a heavy sigh as his vision blurs a little from tears forming in his eyes.
He struggles with the white lid for a moment,trying to open the container. He does eventually get it open,staring at the small pills for a moment before hesitantly bringing the bottle up to his lips.
This was his last chance to back out. Would he though?
...
...
...
..hell no.
Lampert tilts the bottle up,chugging the pills as if it was water..just really uncomfortable,hard,deathly water.
After choking down at least 17 pills,Lampert sets the rest of the remaining pills down on his desk. He stares at the bottle for a moment,feeling a small twinge of regret in his body.
...
it was too late for regret.
Lampert sluggishly hopped on his bed,laying down,and tucking himself in. He stares at the ceiling for a moment as his eyes slowly blink closed.
Though that one part of his mind was still screaming at him...
'what.'
'have.'
'you.'
'done.'
'...'
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