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Dream shouldn't have taken the pills. He should've waited until Sap texted back. He should've fucking waited.
Now, his vision is blurring over and there's a constant ringing in his ears. Typical.
Maybe he should do cold turkey. That'd require quitting, though. His days have been more suicide-filled than anything, often saying "I wish this was spiked" when he got high.
He's 23. 23 and a fucking addict at this point. His pill bottle is downstairs. He wants to go downstairs. George and Sapnap are downstairs. He can't take the risk.
There's 80 milligrams in Dream's system. Pure Adderall.
He should steal Sap's ciggie pack. Get the tequila too. Out on the porch with no fucks to give for his life, just smoking and drinking his problems away. Maybe that's why he wanted to be a bartender.
Fuck- what time is it? Dream just stares at the clock, his mind not even registering the time. The day's gone by so slow. He wants it to go by faster.
He'll drool on the couch and puke again tonight. He'd just get George.
His head hurts. Hurts like fucking hell. Can his high be normal for once? And now the damn dogs are barking and his breath tastes like pills in plastic capsules. He should message Sapnap.
Now, everything's going too fucking fast. He's shaking and George's asking him a question. Just play it cool, fucking play it cool.
He stutters, takes too long to answer, and he isn't even there.
"One more- time?" He slurs his words. Fuck.
"Dinner, Clay."
Fucking hell.
"Anything's- um fine. Y-Yea." He inhales a shaky breath. George could hear it. Dream could hear the constant buzzing and ringing.
Maybe a concussion will serve him right.
There's a bruise on his skull. His head is buzzing. Fuck.
One more time, one more time. This'll be the one.
There's a thunk or a smack- he doesn't know. His breathing's labored- typical. He can't see properly. Everything's going to shit and everything's fucking blurry.
It kinda hurts.
His stomach growls. There's drool on the pillow. Water and bile's in his mouth. Where is he?
The couch. Right.
Dream slept for the first time in what felt like years.
They call. They call and they talk. They talk about whatever. It's nice. Thank fucking God Sapnap exists.
God, Dream's going cold turkey.