If It's In You; a Syd Barrett Fanfic

Five

April, 1966
I smile as Syd and I walk to the studio. Pink Floyd, as they're now known, was signed to the same record company as The Beatles! Syd and I are both very excited, Pink Floyd might actually become huge.
As Syd walks in, I see the happiness and joy in his eyes. They're full of life, I could stare at them for hours.
That night, after their first recording session, me and Syd were sitting on our mattress, high as heaven.
I look at him through smoke and ask, "D'ya wanna be famous?"
"Yeaaa," he says, laughing a bit. We continue hitting blunts and laughing until he pulls out acid tablets. Me, being high and uncomprehending, accepted the acid tablet.
After about an hour, which I did not keep track of, I black out.
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As soon as I open my eyes, I'm nearly blinded by the bright lights of a hospital room. There's a heart monitor beeping.
How long was I out? What happened?
"Syd?" I call out.
A doctor steps in, and Syd's behind him. "I see she finally revived."
"What happened?" I ask.
"You took LSD, and you didn't handle it well. You slipped into a week long coma, you could've died."
My heart dropped. A coma? What on earth happened?
I glance over at Syd. He looks depressed. Does he blame himself?
The doctor stepped out for a minute.
"Abigail, please forgive me."
"Syd- how could you?"
"Abigail I'm sorry!"
I close my eyes; for his shouting hurts my ears and my feelings.
"Syd, it's alright. I love you. But I'm moving out. It's for the better."
I look at Syd. His eyes fall, I can tell he's deeply saddened. But it is for the better, for both of us.
After a few days in remission, I finally got to go back to the flat. Syd drove me, although the ride was silent. When we pulled in the parking lot, we climbed up the stairs slowly. We walked in, and the night was silent.
I stare at the reflection in the mirror. The brunette hair, the blue eyes, the stick thin figure. I glance down and look at my hand. On my ring finger is the engagement ring, it's been there for almost a year. It even started to get white under it. I open my drawer and see a bunch of Polaroids of Syd and I. Upon all the memories flooding into my brain, I break down and cry. My back against the wall, I sink down to a squat and cry. Syd walks by the bathroom door, and upon seeing me cry, he picks me up and brings me to our mattress and holds me. He doesn't say anything, but he holds me. I'm gonna miss this.