Sabriel scrambled into his bathroom. He nearly fell on the tile floor and he gasped for breath, beads of sweat rolling down his temples. He could hear her, he could hear that laughter ringing in his ears! Dammit, why was she here?! She wasn't supposed to be here! She was supposed to be gone without a trace, no where to be found, locked away for good! They'd promised she would never hurt him again!
He tore open the closet door and grabbed the orange bottle and threw the cap off, taking out three of the tiny, circular pills and popping them into his mouth. He wouldn't bother with water. He was only supposed to take two, but it had never hurt him to take an extra and it made things work faster. Becoming drowsy and a little out of things didn't make a difference to him.
Once he'd ingested them he began to breathe more regularly, not because of the medicine but because he knew he was safe now. He groped around for the bottle cap before finally finding it and gingerly putting it back on the cap. Sabriel swallowed roughly and clenched his eyes shut, bowing his head and lifting a hand to massage his temples. He knew he wasn't supposed to take the pills sporadically, that it hurt him more than it helped, but he didn't want to be like her. He didn't want to be robotic like her, he didn't want to be crazy like her, but no matter what he did it seemed he was doomed to become like her.
About fifteen minutes passed before Sabriel thought he could stand. He grabbed onto the sink and pulled himself up, shuffling back to the tiny closet and putting the bottle away. He didn't look at himself in the mirror before he left the bathroom and returned to the main room of his dorm. The life felt like it was slowly being sucked out of him as he calmed down and plopped into a chair, pulling his legs up and sitting with his knees against his collar bone.
In all this Sabriel hadn't quite realized that he'd left his door open.
He tore open the closet door and grabbed the orange bottle and threw the cap off, taking out three of the tiny, circular pills and popping them into his mouth. He wouldn't bother with water. He was only supposed to take two, but it had never hurt him to take an extra and it made things work faster. Becoming drowsy and a little out of things didn't make a difference to him.
Once he'd ingested them he began to breathe more regularly, not because of the medicine but because he knew he was safe now. He groped around for the bottle cap before finally finding it and gingerly putting it back on the cap. Sabriel swallowed roughly and clenched his eyes shut, bowing his head and lifting a hand to massage his temples. He knew he wasn't supposed to take the pills sporadically, that it hurt him more than it helped, but he didn't want to be like her. He didn't want to be robotic like her, he didn't want to be crazy like her, but no matter what he did it seemed he was doomed to become like her.
About fifteen minutes passed before Sabriel thought he could stand. He grabbed onto the sink and pulled himself up, shuffling back to the tiny closet and putting the bottle away. He didn't look at himself in the mirror before he left the bathroom and returned to the main room of his dorm. The life felt like it was slowly being sucked out of him as he calmed down and plopped into a chair, pulling his legs up and sitting with his knees against his collar bone.
In all this Sabriel hadn't quite realized that he'd left his door open.