misfits // z.m

ch. 21 || drowned

a/n - before i begin, dedicated to the amazing and perfect etc @BeautifulRainyDays who's commented on literally every chapter, she's a cutie

hope you like chapter 21, I have written three completely different versions but this is the only one I'm half pleased with (sorry if it's a bit of a filler!)

i don't really know where I'm going with this chapter, but anyway, listen to Medicine by Daughter while reading this (video on the side)
no love triangles, to everyone who was panicking earlier :)
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XXI. drowned

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[Thalia's POV]

The morning began with a goodbye.

"I'll see you in a week," I said to Dana, hugging her as we walked to her car.

"Take care of yourself, I'll phone as soon as I get to Tenerife!"

I grinned at her, "Enjoy yourself."

She hugged me once more, "Of course! I wish I could take you with me," she pouted but I waved her off.

"One day we will. Bye, Dana, have fun!"

I waved as she got in the car and started the engine, and waved after she was long gone.

After a drowsy morning of babysitting, I came home to an empty flat.

I'd spoken to Mikhail today, he was fast becoming a close friend of mine, and I liked that I didn't have to be in a relationship with a guy for him to be a friend. As it happens, he was gay.

I browsed the internet on my phone for a little while before coming across a song on YouTube, called Medicine.

Curious, I played it as I changed into my satin pyjamas and brushed my teeth.

As soon as the lyrics poured over me, tears sprang to my eyes; it felt like the words were tailor-made for my ears, and suddenly all I could think of as I climbed into bed, with the song on repeat, was Smith.

'Pick it up, pick it all up.
And start again.
You've got a second chance,
you could go home.
Escape it all.
It's just irrelevant.'

I stared at the ceiling, the white paint turning into spirals and swirls the shape of tablets. I didn't notice the transparent, rosy viscous tears slip from my eyes until they dribbled down my cheeks.

'You could still be,
what you want to,
What you said you were,
when I met you.

You've got a warm heart,
you've got a beautiful brain.
But it's disintegrating,
from all the medicine.'

And just like that, I was lost to the world.

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Empty bottles were lying on the bathroom floor. There was the dust of white powder where he had dropped them.

The first night was dreadful – I kept telling myself it’s not real, it’s not real but, of course, I was wrong.

There’s not much you can do when someone dies, and even less so when you were the only one they loved. He had given me so much before his body was returned to the earth, and he had forgotten to think about himself.