Good Drugs

Bad Intentions

I wanted peace, but peace fell

from me, shattered by pieces of me.

Heart swollen, lungs in the stream

I washed away,

waiting for steady hands to collect me.

Bones, ashes, tendrils

Strings...

I cease between the ridges

Youth screams.

Reaching for the child, I have silenced.

Dean felt heavy in my hands, his body crushed against my heart as I tried to calm him down.

"She was struggling to breathe!" he sobbed, his fist curled in his thick hair, tugging at his anger and frustration.

I didn't know what to do, but hold him and be here. I was amazed at how easy emotions flowed from him, especially when I tried everyday to mask mine.

The grey-brown tints fell from his eyes, like a comet crashing, and the whole world collapsed in his bleak sadness.

I sighed, letting the tiny crack in the center of my chest ache. I didn't have to care about him to never wish pain on anyone. It was hard for me to comfort him and say everything was going to be okay, when it wasn't.

"Maya's in good hands now, she's okay now" I whispered, reminding him of the present and not the past.

He paced around anxiously, tiredness cracked at his face like dry lines in the sand.

"They rushed her to the hospital and I just couldn't handle it" Dean groaned leaning over.

I held his hair back, as he started to heave. His whole body was shaking and pale.

"Sorry, I got bad anxiety" he explained taking deep breaths.

My eyes almost grew wide with surprise, that was something I would have never guessed, with his always nonchalant calm demeanor.

I rubbed his back, "you should be there at the hospital with Maya" I whispered, "why did you come back?" I asked.

I caught the gold Mahogany glint within his warm eyes, and it spread like an autumn breeze across my mind, "I came back to tell you" he peered at me, "I wouldn't leave without saying something" he whispered softly.

A pleasant flutter of warmth tickled my dimples, as I fought a smile.

The distress in Dean's face however did not ease, as he scrunched his face together in agony, "this is bad, we have to be gone...we aren't supposed to be here much longer" he mumbled to himself.

"If it's about money don't worry about it, Dena is really nice and you can make payment arrangements, and I can help too" I offered a little too eagerly.

Dean frowned glaring at me, "Cleo, Maya is sick, this is not an extended vacation!" he said harshly.

I bite my lip, he was right. My heart was so annoying sometimes, it was happily thudding away, still strung out on the rush of endorphins from last night. Memories lingered like the taste of coffee and my thoughts clumped together like jam.

I cleared my throat, focusing on the situation at hand.

"I pray that Maya is okay, however you can't be much help to her if you fall over from exhaustion or have a full blown panic attack. Come, let me feed you, and then we can go to the hospital together" I offered.