Amy E. Sinclair (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
bitchwithabite) wrote2013-01-08 01:26 pm
bitchwithabite) wrote2013-01-08 01:26 pm
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100 Fairytales } 084. Good-Bye, You Dirty World
It’s her fourth relapse, and this one nearly killed her. She drank until she passed out, hit her head on the table and then the floor – cut her head open, too. No one knew how long she’d been laying there when she was found, but she was barely breathing and cool to the touch. Someone with an unclear head might think she had actually killed herself.
The bottle of Everclear is still on the table where she’d left it half-empty.
When Amy wakes up, she’s in a hospital. There’s no one near her, and then she remembers why there wouldn’t be anyone in a hospital room with her: they’re all dead or gone. David is dead. Ethan is gone. Rylan is gone. Jordan is gone. She pushed Tally away. She never properly had Clive. Athena was gone fifteen years ago, but it hurts more now because Amy has no one.
When Caleb walks in to tell her what happened, Amy just shakes her head. Why did he even bother? She would have been better off dying in her own vomit in her kitchen floor. She would have gone to the gates of Hell and faced her eternal punishment with her chin held high because she deserves it. But instead, she’s locked in this Hell, stuck here among the living who don’t care and would rather see her join those she’s lost than see her continue down this path.
“I’d like to check you into our rehab facility,” Caleb says gently, but firmly. She’s so resistant, but something in her mind reminds her that David’s last request to her was that she get clean, if not for herself then for him.
“When?” she asks shakily. Just the thought of kicking it has her pulse racing, the machine monitoring it beeping loudly.
“Now,” comes the answer.
Swallowing hard, she considers it, then nods, just once. What else can she do? “I’ll do it. Just...can I see Papa first?” Obviously, not the man. He’s dead. But the gravesite isn’t far from here, and surely it won’t be a problem.
“Of course.” Caleb smiles.
The bottle of Everclear is still on the table where she’d left it half-empty.
When Amy wakes up, she’s in a hospital. There’s no one near her, and then she remembers why there wouldn’t be anyone in a hospital room with her: they’re all dead or gone. David is dead. Ethan is gone. Rylan is gone. Jordan is gone. She pushed Tally away. She never properly had Clive. Athena was gone fifteen years ago, but it hurts more now because Amy has no one.
When Caleb walks in to tell her what happened, Amy just shakes her head. Why did he even bother? She would have been better off dying in her own vomit in her kitchen floor. She would have gone to the gates of Hell and faced her eternal punishment with her chin held high because she deserves it. But instead, she’s locked in this Hell, stuck here among the living who don’t care and would rather see her join those she’s lost than see her continue down this path.
“I’d like to check you into our rehab facility,” Caleb says gently, but firmly. She’s so resistant, but something in her mind reminds her that David’s last request to her was that she get clean, if not for herself then for him.
“When?” she asks shakily. Just the thought of kicking it has her pulse racing, the machine monitoring it beeping loudly.
“Now,” comes the answer.
Swallowing hard, she considers it, then nods, just once. What else can she do? “I’ll do it. Just...can I see Papa first?” Obviously, not the man. He’s dead. But the gravesite isn’t far from here, and surely it won’t be a problem.
“Of course.” Caleb smiles.