Nov. 23rd, 2016


Nov. 23rd, 2016 09:28 pm
london_spy: (break down)
He'd been having nightmares again. Not that they had ever truly stopped, those bad dreams laced with images of the staged room and the trunk. They had never truly left him, they'd just become less frequent. However, ever since Halloween, they were back in full force, with friends now, even. There were new nightmares now, nightmares starring the... The thing he'd seen that night. The strange vision wearing Alex's flesh. A frightening hallucination surely painted by a rough night out, and a tumble back into bad habits and pills.

He'd been doing so well, he'd been looking after himself, but- Ever since that night, he'd been slipping. He did his best to put on a good show for Hex, but when the other man worked the night shift, Danny was back at the bars and the clubs. There were little baggies hidden in his cigarette packs, and dark circles under his eyes. He'd lost weight again, slipping from trim to gaunt, and more than once he'd forgotten to take his meds.

He was a mess, and though he hid it fairly well, he knew it couldn't last. Hex likely already knew something was wrong, it was only a matter of time before it all came crumbling down around him, Just one more fuck up to add to the pile.

It was late, well after midnight, and Danny sat in the middle of the living room floor, half naked and shaking. He'd taken... he'd taken two of the blue and one of the pinks, and that wasn't right. That definitely wasn't right, was it? No, it was... It was supposed to be the other way around. ...Definitely. His heart was going a million miles a minute, and Hex was due home any moment. He just needed to come down. He just needed to come down and go to bed, and then everything would be fine. Hex wouldn't have to know, and tomorrow he'd do better. Tomorrow he'd- He'd stop. Tomorrow he'd do right. He could fix this, he could be better.

He felt cold, and his hands shook as he looked at the last pill in the bag, his paranoia getting the best of him.

They tampered with it.
He thought. They did it to Scotty, why not you? They already got you once... It's poison. You took poison.

That's what he had himself convinced of as he lay down on the rug, like a man settling into his grave. The drugs were just drugs though. Not poisoned, not tampered with. ...Just too much for his fragile system to take.


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