dance with the dead. || phan au

twenty

My thoughts were trying to eat me alive.

I had no other choice.

I ran into the bathroom, and started grabbing for what ever bottles of pills I could reach.

My entire body was shaking. My palms were sweaty. (a/n: moms spaghetti)

I felt so weak.

Another scream escaped from between my lips.

It was almost inaudible, but something had just fallen in the basement.

But I didn't care. I was a little busy.

I took the bottle with me, and stumbled into my room.

Taking a deep breath, I took the handful of pills, and pressed my fingertips to my lips, allowing the pills to enter my mouth.

I chugged a bottle of water, making the pills go down easier.

The remaining pills began to spill out of the bottle.

"Howell?" a familiar voice called from downstairs.

"Shit!" I accidentally yelled out loud.

The sound of muffled footsteps came through my closed door.

Phil walked in, noticing the pills around me.

"Shit, Dan!" He cried, as he tried to drag me into my bathroom.

My eyes were rolling back into my head. My senses were fuzzy. I was fading out.

"Don't you die on me!" Phil cried.

He sat the two of us in the tub and scrambled to turn the water on.

I wasn't moving.

"Dan!" He screamed, as he shoved two of his fingers into the back of my throat, forcing me to throw up.

It was the only thing that could save me.

Suddenly, I felt something coming up my throat.

It was the pills.

When I realized that had happened, I immediately burst into tears.

Phil held me close to him as I cried.

Everything had been happening so fast.

I just wanted to die.

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