Kill You To Try (Chapter 1)
Summary: Between old and new issues, you let your own health drag. Not everyone seems to be okay with it.
Warnings: grief, prescription pills
Words: 2629
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I need a hero! I’m holding out-
You’re abruptly ripped out of your dreamless sleep and reach out to blindly grab your phone from the nightstand.
“What’s wrong?”
You rub the sand out of your eyes with your other hand. As you open them, you blink up into the darkness.
“Need you to come down, I have some trouble with a horse.”
“Are you in the stables?”
“Yeah.”
“I’ll be right there, Lee.”
You end the call and let your hand with the phone fall onto the mattress. You follow the grain of the wood in the ceiling with your eyes as you feel your pulse slowing down from its sprint.
It’s strange, not waking up in your bed.
Then again, you have not been sleeping in anything you could call your own bed for the past year.
You sigh and detangle yourself from the suffocating sea of thick duvets. As you swing your feet over the edge of the bed, the moist sheen of sweat on your skin makes you shiver.
You drag your shirt off on the way to the bathroom.
You grab the bar of soap from the shower and bend over the sink. As you start washing yourself, you risk a cautionary look in the mirror.
Your eyes are rimmed with red, the bags underneath a prominent purple, and the lines on the sides of your face are a testament to your tossing and turning throughout the night.
You close your eyes and breathe in the fresh pine smell of the soap.
After drying yourself with a towel, you wander back into the bedroom.
Mindlessly, you pull on your underwear, faded jeans, and a faded but thick sweater, before you roll on your socks and grab your boots as you make your way out of the room.
