A mountain of pills, stacked precariously high on the already filled glass cup. He hid it in his pillowcase, fearing the discovery and him being forced to eat the medicine he didn't need.
He sat down and drank the water, pretending to gulp the imaginary pill he placed in his mouth. The nurse nodded approvingly before going out, and slamming the door with a loud, dull bang.
Sealing him in, imprisoning him in this padded, white washed cell.
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Fanfiction{Part 3, Ethereal Deaths} Pills. Cells. Hello. World. Freedom. Music. Her. Goodbye. [Also on: Asianfanfics (blackfantasies_) Ao3 (illusionary_dreams)]
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