He washed everything up, before going and stretching out on the couch yet again. Before he tried to go to sleep, he sent her a text telling her that the spare key was on top of the door frame so she could get in. It wasn't the same without her lying on top of him, but he managed. He found himself drifting back into sleep, allowing his broken body a bit of a rest.
When he woke up, he was in darkness. Sleepily, he stretched out one hand to turn on the lamp beside him. Panic suddenly clutched his chest as it didn't turn on. Forcing himself to try and breathe, he stood up and tried the light on the wall. Nope. The power was gone entirely. He flinched as he thought he saw something move. He pulled his phone from his pocket. Aolin would be performing right about now. There was no point in calling her.
He felt his way back to the couch and sat down, breathing through his mouth in the hope of shifting whatever was sitting on his chest. He was fine. He was safe.
No he wasn't no he wasn't he was going to die he was going to die alone and in the dark and oh my god was that somebody moving had somebody gotten in while he was asleep he was going to die it was going to happen again but this time he was going to die and he was going to die alone and the demons, the demons were getting in
Tears started streaming down his face as he choked for air, rocking back and forth on the couch. He couldn't breathe. He couldn't breathe and he was convinced he was going to die. He pulled out his phone and dialed Aolin's number. It rang out, and he hung up, starting to become hysterical. He couldn't breathe he couldn't breathe she didn't like him she didn't love him she wasn't coming back she was laughing at him and he couldn't fucking breathe
He desperately tried dialing her number again but it rang out. He was going to die he'd be better off dead he should die but not like this because he couldn't breathe he couldn't think he just needed to make it all go away and he wanted his drugs he wanted to be numb he didn't want any of this none
It kept getting harder to breathe until it felt like he was choking. Sobs wracked his chest, making it all the harder. He clutched at his head, just wanting to make all the thoughts stop. He tried calling her again, but it just rang out again. He just wanted to make it all stop, to feel safe-
Safety. Before he knew it, he had almost thrown himself off of the couch and was stumbling into the bathroom. He knew the feel of the bottle like he knew his own hands. He was seeing things in flashes-
He saw the bottle on the shelf-
Felt it in his hand-
Looked down at the bottle as he swallowed-
And then the numbing realisation that he'd swallowed a decent proportion of the bottle. He'd taken far too many this time-
He felt his feet give way and he crashed to the ground. His stomach cramped and he threw up, unable to even move from where he was. He was practically lying in his own vomit but he couldn't move. He threw up again, getting it all over himself. He was still sobbing, but he couldn't move from the floor.
Seconds before he passed out, the lights came back on.