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The First Supplier (TUA)

TW: Abuse, Drug Abuse, Angst.
1790 words. Taken from Pinterest.

     One day, Klaus was wearing Grace's heels. He was late for lunch, so he decided to run down the stairs to get there on time. He tripped and fell down the stairs. He hit his face on one of them, breaking his jaw. He let out a cry of pain, causing everyone to come running. He had to be taken to the hospital, which made Reginald angry.
     Klaus was put on morphine to the doctors could wire his jaw shut. When he woke up, he noticed that the ghosts weren't yelling at him. At first he thought that no one had died in the room, but he was still high on morphine when they left the hospital. He knew where all the ghosts on the highway were, and braced himself for them to yell at him. When they didn't come, he realized what was happening; the drugs put the ghosts at bay.
     Not being able to go on any missions for two months, Klaus didn't have much to do. Usually, this was when the ghosts were at their worst. With nothing to keep his mind occupied, he expected the ghosts to surround him, to torment him, but they never came. Every six hours, Klaus started to hear the whispers of the ghosts trying to get to him. Every six hours, Grace gave Klaus another dose of Vicodin.
     It didn't take long for Klaus to realize that the drugs kept the ghosts away. Every night, he made sure to go to sleep with the medicine bottle on his night stand. He would wake up in the middle of the night and the ghosts would attack instantly. When he did manage to sleep through the night, he made sure to get the pain killer in his mouth before the ghosts had a chance to get to him.
     When Reginald locked him in the mausoleum, Klaus made sure to have the drugs in his pocket. On days he was forced to go in the mausoleum, he made sure he was wearing pants because the skirts didn't have pockets. Because of the drugs, Reginald stopped making Klaus go into the mausoleum. He thought that Klaus had conqured his fear of ghosts. It wasn't until Klaus was off Vicodin that Reginald noticed something was up.

     After two months, Klaus went back to the doctor to get the wire taken out of his jaw. He was on pain meds for another month but the doses got noticeably smaller each day until it ran out. Klaus begged Grace to refill the perscription but Reginald refused. That was when he realized the drugs kept the ghosts at bay and started locking Klaus in the mausoleum again.
     The ghosts were angry. They didn't like that Klaus found a way around them. All of them were more agressive than usual. Klaus tried to get over his fear, but the drugs had made everything so easy. The few months he went without drugs, he envied Vanya for being normal. The ghosts got so bad, he decided to find drugs, enlisting Vanya for help.
     Vanya, who wasn't under the strict eye of Reginald, was more than willing to help her brother, happy to be included. She was able to get him a brand new bottle of cough syrup. When Vanya realized what was happening she stopped helping.
     "Please, Vanya. I need it." Klaus begged. "The ghosts..."
     "You... you don't need to get high." She told him, pouring the fifth bottle of cough syrup she'd bought down the sink.
     "No!" Klaus shouted.
     He dove towards the sink, putting his hands under the red liquid. He drank the syrup from his hands, getting it on his face. Vanya threw the bottle in the trash and walked out of the bathroom. As if on cue, a ghost took her place.
     "That's what you get for trying to supress us." It scolded.
     "No." Klaus said, covering his ears and closing his eyes tight.
     "You're pathetic." Another ghost said.
     "Stop." Klaus cried. He brought his knees up to his chest and put his head down.
     "You shouldn't have tried to get rid of us." A third ghost chimed in.
     "ARGH!" Klaus shouted.
     He crawled over to the trash can and pulled the empty cough syrup bottle out. He tried to ignore the ghosts as he filled it with water, put the lid on and shook it. The cough syrup was heavilly diluted, but it helped. That afternoon, Klaus got in contact with his first dealer.
     Klaus met the dealer not far from Griddy's. He wasn't sure if Reginald chipped them, but it was better safe than sorry. After buying all he could afford, which wasn't much, he went to Griddy's and sat down. He was starving.
     The waitress, an older lady, got him his food, but she also offered to call someone to pick him up. Klaus knew he looked terrible and didn't feel like explaining the ghost thing, so he let her call him a taxi. When the police showed up instead, Klaus hid behind a red haired girl.
     The walk back to the Academy was a suprisingly peaceful one. No ghosts, not even by the funeral home. Klaus silently thanked the dealer, not sure how he'd suffered for so long. As soon as Klaus was alone in his room, he hid the drugs. He put it in a hole he had accidently put in the wall and covered with a poster. It felt good to put the drugs in the hole in the wall, because they supressed the ghosts and they were the reason for the hole in the first place.
     Klaus had been having a nightmare. When he woke up, terrified, a ghost tried to torment him. In return, Klaus had punched the wall, right where the ghost had been. It didn't hurt the ghost, but blasting music helped. His music was also hidden in the wall. Along with a painting of a rainbow by Ben, his first celebrity crush, and all the money he had.

     The next time Reginald locked Klaus in the mausoleum, it was like the ghosts weren't even there. Eventually, Reginald realized that it was useless and stopped locking Klaus in there. He called Klaus 'useless' and 'worse than Number Seven'.
     After Ben died, Luther and Allison looked at Klaus in disgust. Diego looked at him in pity. Vanya didn't even look at him anymore. He was supposed to be the one to keep Ben in the family, but he couldn't and he couldn't get his siblings to understand that he couldn't. Any of their powers, or lack there of, would be easier to deal with.
     The first time Ben showed up after he died, Klaus though the drugs had stopped working. That was the first time he overdosed. Neither one of them knew why Klaus could see Ben, but it made rehab easier. Ben couldn't touch him, but they could talk.
     Klaus got out of rehab and back on drugs. Ben didn't think it was a good decision, but Klaus finally got someone to listen to his explination. Ben tolerated it and eventually got over it when he saw his brother off the drugs. Together, they learned that when Klaus couldn't see Ben anymore, he was close to an overdose. He only OD'd three more times after they found that out.

     Klaus tried to reach out to his siblings after his getting out of rehab for the second time. Luther was on the moon, but Klaus didn't know that. Diego didn't want his junkie brother hanging around when he was trying to finish the police academy. Allison didn't want him near her daughter. Vanya had written a book and Klaus didn't think going to her would be a good idea.
     Since going to his siblings was a bust, he usually didn't have a place to sleep. He couldn't bear the thought of going back to the Academy. Most of the people he dated weren't for romantic attraction, but because he was exahusted and starving. Once they realized he was a junkie, most of them, like his siblings, didn't want him coming back.
     Rehab was the only time he consistantly had food and a place to sleep, but the ghosts weren't worth it. For three weeks, he put up with a roommate who was convinced they were dating. Klaus delt with it for three weeks because it was the coldest month of the year and he needed somewhere to sleep.

     When Klaus accidently travled to the Vietnam war, it was easy to get drugs. Dave didn't mind Klaus's drug abuse because everyone else in the trenches was either halfway high or drunk. Dave, himself, had a drinking habbit. One night when both of them were drunk, Klaus accidently confessed that he was from the future and that he could see ghosts.
     "Why don't chu go back?" Dave asked, passing a bottle of Vodka to Klaus.
     "I founda reason t' stay." Klaus said, missing his mouth and pouring Vodka over his shoulder.
     "Whas sat?" Dave asked.
     "You." Klaus said, pointing to the wall three feet to the right of Dave.
     The next morning, both of them seemed to have forgotten the conversation. That was the day Dave was shot. Klaus didn't bother to wait for the battle to end. As soon as Dave was pronounced dead, Klaus left. He went back to the future and destroyed the briefcase.
     That's when he decided to get sober. Diego helped him, tying him to the chair, taking away his options. Klaus saw Dave and was happy off the drugs for the first time since he could remember.
     That's when he decided to get sober. Luther wasn't much help. He put Klaus in a situation a recovering addict should never have to face. When Klaus died, he was happy for the five seconds it took to run to the building. He was going to be reunited with Dave. Instead, he saw his father. Even in death, his father had to show up to torment him.
     When Klaus came back to life, he was still in a bad situation. He was almost sober in a place surrounded with drugs. He stuffed some in his pocket before running out to find Luther. Klaus was mostly sober when Ben punched him in the face. Still he couldn't see Dave, but the end of the world was looming.
     All of the remaining Hargreeves were on the stage after Vanya destroyed the moon. They all thought they were about to die. Klaus grabbed Dave's dogtags, which were around his neck, and smiled sadly at the chuck of moon, hurdling towards them. Once again, he didn't die, and once again, he didn't see the one person he loved more than himself.