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sweet as cherry wine.

For some reason Eddie feels like his ears are ringing. He heaves another sob as he listens to Richie's footsteps walk up to the door. He wants to die. There's a soreness in between his legs that makes him want to crawl out of his skin. Nothing can ever be the same, nothing can ever be okay again.

Better work quick; Beverly will come get you eventually, a voice in the back of his head warns.

He starts searching through the drawers and medicine cabinet with fervor. He's not sure exactly what he's looking for, but he just wants it all to go away. Anything to forget, anything to end it.

He notices the bruises forming on his wrists. He closes his eyes, trying to ignore the flashbacks his mind provides.

Eddie shakes his head violently as if trying to physically rid himself of the memory. He starts searching faster.

Please, God, just make it all go away, I don't care what it takes I just want it to stop, he thinks desperately.

He can hear Richie grumbling and the soft ringing of a phone. "Hello, Miss Marsh—there's a coked-up boy in my apartment that you need to come collect," Richie says.

Eddie looks back in the medicine cabinet. When his eyes catch the orange prescription bottle he nearly smiles. There's enough of the pain pills left over from Ben's knee surgery to do the trick. Everything will be over then. He won't have to think about it.

"What's wrong? Hell if I know, looks like he tried to down his weight in vodka after putting out. Garrett must be real bad in bed," he jokes.

Eddie's grip on the bottle tightens. He silently apologizes to his friends, knowing he doesn't have time for goodbyes. If he wants this to be over he has to do it now. He dumps the pills into his hands, leaning heavily on the sink. He has to, he has to. No one can touch him if he's dead.

"Eddie?!" He has no idea when Beverly arrived, but it means he has little time left.

"I'm sorry, Bevvy," he chokes out.

And he is. He's so sorry because he knows this is going to kill his friends.

"Eddie, baby, sorry for what?!"

No response. Eddie lays the pills on his tongue.

"EDDIE?!"

No response again. Eddie turns on the faucet, intent on washing the pills down with water.

He hears Beverly scream Ben's name, and suddenly the door is being run into. It doesn't take much of Ben Hanscom's force to break down the shitty apartment door.

Eddie nearly chokes on the pills he's trying to swallow. Beverly storms in and grabs him by the back of the shirt, pulling him backwards and sending him to the ground flat on his ass.

She wastes no time, practically straddling him before her sharp nails are being forced into his mouth.

He tries to push her off, but just like before he's helpless.

After she digs all the pills out she pauses. She's breathing heavily, tears streaming down her face. Suddenly, immense guilt washes over him.

"Eddie, why?"

Eddie starts sobbing. He just wants to forget.

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Beverly practically drags him to the campus hospital. He's limp by that point, letting Ben carry him into the stark white building he despises so much.