Intake 5/5
Title: Intake
Author: xme_chanx
Chapter: 5/5
Pairings: TBA
Band: Alice Nine
Rating: R- violence, sensitive issues
Synopsis: How we came to be here, cut off from society because we can't manage in it.
Disclaimer: Fan-fiction, yo. I own the story and ideas. I'm currently working out a deal for Alice Nine, though.
NOTE: only posted here at xme_chanx for the time being.
5: Down Boy [Hiroto]
I felt so good before, but recently things have gotten shitty. I'm tired of the up and down. I'm tired of the downs. So tired. When I get home from school today, I have a plan. I am sick of feeling so low and feeling like I am dragging everyone down with me.
It seems like everyone has xanax or vicodin or something in their medicine cabinet, nowadays. My family is no exception.
I smile as I pour the contents of the prescription bottles into my hand. I take them with water, and I wait. I can feel the drowsiness kick in, and I smile to myself. I hear a door open, and I am whisked away into darkness, blissfully leaving everything behind...
I am conscious, just barely. I know I am not dead, and I am not at home. I can feel the emotions swirling around me; my mother's sadness and confusion, my father's anger and disappointment.I am in a hospital. There is a mask on my face, and people are shouting. My dissociated brain manages to connect the dots and realize that they are going to pump my stomach. They are going to try and make me live. They remove the oxygen mask, and start slipping that fucking tube in. I try, unsuccessfully to remove it, and they respond by having me tied down. I am painfully aware of what they are doing as they suck the contents of my stomach out. I am sobbing, not meeting my mother's eyes. I can hear her crying and my father attempting to console her.
Now my stomach is empty. So they change tactics. The new stuff is thick like tar, and going in instead of out.
They are filling me up with activated charcoal, I look groggily at it, knowing it will save me. The endotracheal tube is removed, and replaced with an awful nasal oxygen tube.
When they know I will live, they leave me. I am still tied down. I close my eyes and a tear escapes.
How did I fuck this up so badly?
A/N The title for this comes from the song by the Yeah Yeah Yeahs. Listen to it.
http://artists.letssingit.com/yeah-yeah-yeahs-lyrics-down-boy-9mczkxr
I had a whole mini-playlist.
Little Lion Man -Mumford and Sons
Down Boy- Yeah-yeah-yeahs
Heavy in Your Arms -Florence and the Machine
Ok, Asylum is next!
Comment to make me feel loved. <3
Author: xme_chanx
Chapter: 5/5
Pairings: TBA
Band: Alice Nine
Rating: R- violence, sensitive issues
Synopsis: How we came to be here, cut off from society because we can't manage in it.
Disclaimer: Fan-fiction, yo. I own the story and ideas. I'm currently working out a deal for Alice Nine, though.
NOTE: only posted here at xme_chanx for the time being.
5: Down Boy [Hiroto]
I felt so good before, but recently things have gotten shitty. I'm tired of the up and down. I'm tired of the downs. So tired. When I get home from school today, I have a plan. I am sick of feeling so low and feeling like I am dragging everyone down with me.
It seems like everyone has xanax or vicodin or something in their medicine cabinet, nowadays. My family is no exception.
I smile as I pour the contents of the prescription bottles into my hand. I take them with water, and I wait. I can feel the drowsiness kick in, and I smile to myself. I hear a door open, and I am whisked away into darkness, blissfully leaving everything behind...
I am conscious, just barely. I know I am not dead, and I am not at home. I can feel the emotions swirling around me; my mother's sadness and confusion, my father's anger and disappointment.I am in a hospital. There is a mask on my face, and people are shouting. My dissociated brain manages to connect the dots and realize that they are going to pump my stomach. They are going to try and make me live. They remove the oxygen mask, and start slipping that fucking tube in. I try, unsuccessfully to remove it, and they respond by having me tied down. I am painfully aware of what they are doing as they suck the contents of my stomach out. I am sobbing, not meeting my mother's eyes. I can hear her crying and my father attempting to console her.
Now my stomach is empty. So they change tactics. The new stuff is thick like tar, and going in instead of out.
They are filling me up with activated charcoal, I look groggily at it, knowing it will save me. The endotracheal tube is removed, and replaced with an awful nasal oxygen tube.
When they know I will live, they leave me. I am still tied down. I close my eyes and a tear escapes.
How did I fuck this up so badly?
A/N The title for this comes from the song by the Yeah Yeah Yeahs. Listen to it.
http://artists.letssingit.com/yeah-yeah-yeahs-lyrics-down-boy-9mczkxr
I had a whole mini-playlist.
Little Lion Man -Mumford and Sons
Down Boy- Yeah-yeah-yeahs
Heavy in Your Arms -Florence and the Machine
Ok, Asylum is next!
Comment to make me feel loved. <3