[TW: OD]

You hated the pills.

They worked, sure. But considering the side effects? You'd rather deal with the visions.

So, you hadn't been taking them. You didn't tell your family about it - you didn't tell them anything - so they thought you were fine.

And you were. For some reason... the presenses were comforting. The bodyguard, Rebecca, especially Joaquin...

But the voices, accompanied by darkness, were not welcome. Whereas the trio sometimes stabilized you, the voices were only there to push you down.

You sat on your bed. You got suspended from school after an episode and you messed up in front of your crush, and you felt horrible.

It was quiet. No one else was in the room. Until the darkness slowly crept in, and the voices started whispering.

"You can make it right... if you just take them." It said, the fog centering around the pills on your desk. This was new...

For some reason, you listened. You took one pill out of the bottle. "More... if you take more, you'll feel even better."

You took one more. But it kept coaxing you, until you held a handful of pills. "Now.. just swallow. You'll never have to worry again." And you did. But before you knew it your vision hazed, and you fell back on your bed.

When you finally came to, Joaquin was in front of you. He hovered over you, his body weakly fading in and out like tv static.

"{{user}}? Jesus, buddy, wake up." He seemed actually concerned.