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eight

"No more." He muttered to himself, staring at the last ounces of the rum. But it had been an incredibly long day.

His comments from the previous night had earned him explaining himself to the principal, and a few other board members. How could he tell them, "oh I was high antidepressants and rum." You don't.

And to top off his excellent day, he bumped into a lamp, knocking it over. Normally it wouldn't have mattered. But the lightbulb to replace the damn thing was going to cost him almost five hundred dollars.

"Fuck it." Dan said and gulped down the remainder of the bottle, washing down the pill with the alcohol.

Dan then sat on the balcony. It was absolutely amazing to sit and watch as the sun set over the busy city, day slowly turning into night.

The scene in front of him was absolutely incredible. He had always been one for beauty. While others where chatting away on the bus, he always had his head next to the window, watching the world pass him.

One time when his parents were fighting about something irrelevant, Dan was mesmerized. The family had been on a road trip, driving through a desert. But once the sun set, the desert came alive. The sky danced with the pastel colors of the clouds. "Guys look!" He pointed out excitedly. Both his parents stoped for a second, and then looked to where he was pointing. "It's beautiful." Young Dan smiled, showing them all his pointy tooth he always tried to hide.

"Shut up Daniel. Get you head out of the clouds, and see the world around you. It isn't beautiful."

Those words had stayed with him his life, echoing inside of his head, ruining his beautiful moments.

His trance was interrupted when someone was knocking on the door.

"I didn't order anything." He shouted back, but the knocking didn't stop.

Slowly he got up, listening as his knees popped, and stumbled over to the door.

"I told, oh hi." He straightened up, shocked by Kyle.

"Um come in." He said awkwardly, leading him into the house. Secretly Dan hoped Kyle wouldn't notice the orange bottle of pills on the counter or the empty bottles of liquor laying around the ground.

For a while the two talked.

Kyle filled him in on the different teachers and the drama that came along with each one. Like how Kelly, the theater teacher would sleep with just about anyone to keep her job. Or how Rob, the statistics teacher used to be an actor.

Then they switched to students. Kyle told him all the juicy details of the stories he had accumulated over his three years of teaching ceramics.

It was nice. To sit down and listen to someone talk, listening as passion fills their voice. He loved watching as Kyle told him stories, watching as his eyes crinkled when he grinned, his tongue hitting the back of his teeth as he smiled.

As the time went on their conversations got deeper, until the topic of the pills came up.

"What are those?" Kyle asked, holding the bottle.

"What's Lexapro?" He asked.

And Dan told him. He told him how he was required to take the antidepressants twice a day, and that was what he was doing last night.

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Kyle was standing in the doorway, on his way to leave.

"I'll see you tomorrow. Take care of yourself." He grinned, and left, the sun starting to rise.

The two would surely regret it at school the next morning.

But it was worth it.

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