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(angst) Remy- Drowning..

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Remy..

He wasn't exactly sad, he just felt.. empty. The type of empty where you couldn't feel.. anything, feeling emotionless.. almost like it was impossible to feel any well, feelings..

His head hurt..

Pouding, his temples aching as he groaned.. he lay on his bed, empty coffee cup on the bedside table, dry and unused.
Patton and Emile had made a so called.. 'punishment' or well, on their words:

'a plan to help him with his addiction'..

Addiction..

It didn't feel like one.. just- the bland flavour of coffee always grounded him.. a sort of relaxant for him, like Virgil had his headphones, Logan with his fidget cube, Roman with his colouring book, Patton and his puppies, Janus with his Snakes, Remus with their worms and dirt, and Emile with their gardening.

His coffee helped him..

But no one believed him.. hell, even Virgil didn't believe him and the guy felt the same with his own caffeine.

He felt left out.. ignored..

He didn't leave his room, hell- he didn't want to. Why should he?

Just to be reminded of his failures?
To be reminded he "never" did his job..?
To be told how he should "sleep more" like it's the easiest thing in the world when in reality its the most mentally painful and scarring things to him due to various nightmares and sleep troubles he has taunting his mind and soul..

He sighed, pushing himself up onto his elbows, glancing around his dim room, curtains still closed as his groggy self managed to swing his legs over the edge of the bed, sighing as he ran a hand through his messy bedhair, glancing over at the mirror across the room, sharing a small smile with his reflection.
"You look like shit."

His voice gruff and barely audible as his reflection grimaces at the sound of it as he sighed, shaking it off as he stumbled, feet making contact with the floor as he stood. The small chime of his wind chime beside his window was heard, quietly clanking together as a small breeze hit the small, homemade object.

"G'morning to you too.."
He mumbled, hearing the various chirping from the birds just a while away, more than likely flying to Roman's balcony as he sighed.
Soon making his way into the bathroom, stopping in front of the sink as he doused his hands in the cold water, splashing it over his face causing him to temporarily pause in shock before grabbing the towel and drying off his face.

He turned. Once again, watching as he slowly filled his bathtub with whatever tap he had turned, not bothered to look as he glanced over at his whiteboard beside the cupboard above the sink, the date messily written before a colon and the words that made his mouth twitch and turn into a small, weak smile.
'Death Date'

He smiled, gently tugging on his hair to make sure it wasn't a dream.
You could never be too sure..
Before stepping foot in the bath, feeling the lukewarm water pool around his pyjama bottoms as he weakly smiled, slowly lowering himself before letting his legs slide through the water and gently hang over the edge of the bath, slowly submerging himself.

His nose and throat slowly began to burn as the water attempting to close his airways, his eyes aching as he closed them, letting himself stay under the water as he groaned, the liquid slowly turning to a dirty orange as his wounds from the night before began to weep.

The sound of his bedroom door being knocking on barely sent a spike of anxious ness to him as bubbles rose to the surface, breaking through it, but just as his bedroom door flew open it was too late..

Remy Sanders was pronounced dead on the spot..