Toxicity (Spencer Reid X Reader)

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also this shit get dark. TW

You woke up on the bathroom from a knock after crying yourself to sleep on the floor.

Your neck hurts from how you were sleeping. You grab your phone and check the time, it wasn't time to get dressed yet so you had time to charge your phone.

You slowly pick yourself up from the floor and open the door.

Spencer is standing on the other side of the door, "why didn't you come to bed last night?"

"You were drunk again.."

"So?"

You glance over to the mirror where a red mark was still on your face, almost forming a bruise.

"You hit me," you point to the mark, "and you told me you were glad that my mom died," you look down. You can't seem to make eye contact with him.

"Baby, I'm so sorry."

"Yeah, uh, I need to charge my phone," you walk pass him and go into the bedroom.

You set on the side of the bed and put your phone on charge, you don't really want to go to work today.

What could possible go wrong if you just missed a day?

You decided not to call in or anything, you lay down on the bed while staring at the ceiling, "aren't you going to get ready for work?"

"I'm not going today."

"Why?"

"I just don't feel like going."

"Alright, whatever,"Spencer goes over to the dresser and gets ready for the day. You just stare at the ceiling and wait for him to leave.

Eventually he does and you immediately get on your phone to text your plug.

He's mobile but he doesn't charge a delivery fee so you give him the code to the apartment building and tell him the room number.

Thirty minutes later, you hear a knock at the door.

You give him the money and he gives you a small pouch of brown powder, then leaves. You turn around and take a deep breath as you go to the kitchen to get a spoon.

You walk into the bedroom and grab the lighter setting next to a pack of cigarettes.

You go back in the bathroom and lay on the floor, while pushing the door closed.

You look at the bag of powder as you think about what you're doing. Then the thought occurs to you, should you..do it?

For some reason, you aren't like normal.

You don't know what's wrong but you have a constant cloud of sadness over you at all times and you just aren't as tough as you used to be. Spencer brought out a vulnerable side of you, and then destroyed it.

But you were used to tragedy but it always made you want to put up a tough front even more.

What's different this time?

You open the bag and scoop some of the contents out with a spoon.

You light it with the lighter and watch it as it turns to liquid. You set the spoon down and look in the bathroom cabinets, you couldn't find a tourniquet but you do find a syringe and a needle.

You put the syringe up to the spoon and then up to your arm, you stick the needle in and push the syringe into your arm.

You take a deep breath as you feel the rush go through your body.

Normally, you would just do that and maybe a little more but you did that three times until eventually you couldn't move your arms anymore.

You knew what you were doing but you didn't even bother to leave a note, if this didn't kill you then you would just wake and everything would go back to normal. If it did, then no one would find you for hours.

Everything starts to feel fuzzy after a couple of minutes and you fall completely unconscious.

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