Only Fools (Camila/You)

I Don't Deserve You, But Please Don't Leave Me

"I'm not telling Camila. You are."

Lauren's words echoed through my head, making it impossible for me to sleep.

Camila's in her room, toying around with her guitar. I couldn't handle being in there anymore so I made up some dumb excuse for me to sleep in my own room for the past few nights.

How do you tell your girlfriend that you've been purposely overdosing on your meds to get High? She's gonna be so disappointed in me.

I'm running on 2 right now, as prescribed, and it's my fault that 2 just aren't enough anymore. My body is screaming at me "Just two more. Only two and you'll feel better I promise. It'll calm you down a bit."

I bite my lip and look over to my bottle of pills. I glare at the orange container, angry at its taunting presence.

"Only 400mgs. That's all. 400 more isn't too bad. You've done worse- it isn't cheating I promise. You've already broke sobriety with the prescription ones so what's 2 more gonna do?"

"Y/n" echoes through my head so I sit up and clutch it, praying for the voice to stop.

"Y/n please"

I can't take this anymore.

I swing my feet to the side of my bed and grab the bottle.

Take 2 Tablets Every 4-6 Hours the label reads in bold print.

I shake the doubt from my thoughts and move to open the bottle, only to be interrupted by the ping of my phone.

I groan and set the bottle down and roughly grab my phone.

Laurencita: Come to my room.

I thought for a second and figured she was only gonna bitch me out again. Maybe she has all the girls in there and she's planning an intervention.

Geez, Lauren! I'm not that bad. It's only been like a week I don't need an intervention! And also, why doesn't my body stop fucking moving. And WHY doesn't my mouth stop salivating.

"FUCK"

My phone pinged again and I grab it furiously.

Laurencita: Y/n. Come.

I roll my eyes and throw the bottle onto the bed, stomping my way to Lauren's room.

I knock and shake my head, annoyed. "Lauren this better be-" I was cut off as she grabbed my shirt and pulled me into her room, slamming the door shut behind me.

"You get sassy and I won't help you." I shot her a confused look as she walked passed me and began to dig through the plastic bag that sat on her bed.

"What are you doing?"

"You've been having withdrawals so I looked up ways to help." She pulled out a bag of candy and threw them to me. "What are Jolly Ranchers supposed to do?" I asked, examining the bag.

"I read that if you suck on them, it'll help relax you. Calm your nerves a bit." She explained, suddenly shy. I sighed, realizing that this whole situation has become real. I'm having drug withdrawals. "Thank You, Lauren." I move to leave her room, only to be stopped by a hand on my wrist.