If It's In You; a Syd Barrett Fanfic

Eight

"Abigail? It's David."
David has been knocking on my door, but I haven't the energy to tell him it's unlocked.
"It's open," I finally say through sobs.
"I brought you some sweets, and flowers, and a new vinyl."
"Thanks."
I don't move from my position, my face buried in my pillow. David steps in the room, and he lays down beside me, very slowly.
I feel him put his arms around me.
"David, why me?"
"What do you mean, love?"
"I've had a shit life. I don't deserve this. Y'know, my parents were abusive alcoholics. Syd was my escape. He was perfect, you know? He was everything that I wanted. Why did this have to happen?"
"Because the universe has a plan."
"What's that plan?"
Instead of saying another thing, David kisses me. It was the first kiss I'd had in three years. It was great.
Suddenly, I pull away. "David, I'm engaged to Syd."
David looked at me and looked dumbfounded. "Really Abigail? Fuckin' really? Syd doesn't give a shit about you, if he did he would stop doing this to you. Abigail, I love you. I think you deserve so much better than this. I'll give you what you deserve. I'm tired of watching you suffer. I'll wait for you. I won't give up on you like Syd."
"David.. I love you.. But I love Syd too."
"I understand you love Syd. I'm willing to respect that. I'll help you get through this. You're not the only one that lost him, you know."
I look at him for a moment and realise, I will always love Syd. But I can't dwell on that. I promised myself I'd never waste my life waiting for him, or anyone.
I cuddle up close to him and he holds me, and it was the first time I'd been held in two years.
"Okay David." I say, falling asleep in his arms.
Me and David spent the next day out shopping for records and getting my mind off of Syd. Finally, David walks me home and says he'll see me later. Upon walking in my flat, my telephone rings.
"'Ello?"
"Ms. Barrett?"
"I'm not Ms. Barrett. I'm Ms. Bowles."
"Abigail Bowles?"
"Yes."
"Syd is in the hospital. He insisted upon ringing you, he said you were his wife."
I feel a sharp pain stab me. "W-where is he?"
"He's in room 6A. You can come see him, if you'd like. It's at Memorial Hospital."
"I'll be right over."
I feel hot tears come out. What did Syd do? I hope he didn't attempt suicide.
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"Syd!" I say, barging in his hospital room.
"Abigail, I overdosed on drugs."
I look at him with the look of sympathy I used to give him. Then I see Syd talking to- himself? He was answering questions. But none were being asked.
"Syd?" I inquire.
"Yes?" He asks, as though nothing just happened.
"I love you." I say, kissing his forehead, then leaving. I break down in tears in the hallway. Then I hear Syd keep talking to himself.
I then see the band walking towards his room. "How is he?" Roger asks.
I look up, tears streaked all over my face, mouth slightly open, and stand up. I run out of the hospital, to my flat. I stand in my kitchen, holding a knife to my wrist. Suddenly, David barges in.
"Abigail!" He yells, leaping for the knife.
"David, I can't do it. I can't see Syd like this. He was talking to himself! He's so messed up!"
"Abigail, you have to be strong for Syd. He's messed himself up, you didn't mess him up. You can't blame yourself and live in regret for this."
I look at David and hug him. "Please come live with me. I'm tired of being alone."
David smiles. "Sure, love. Let's do it tonight."
"And move furniture through the streets? How ridiculous would that look?"
"Almost as ridiculous as you being my girlfriend," David says, wrapping his arms around my waist. I smile and say, "then it can't be that ridiculous."