{WARNING: Alcohol use inbound}

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Lachlan sighed and looked at the iPhone that sat right next to him. He frowned and picked it up, looking at the latest messages. He hadn't paid attention to his phone in a while, so he couldn't care less. Everything that had happened the day before was a big blur. If only he could turn back time, to the day where everything went wrong, or to the day where his life was happy ever since Carla entered his life, but he couldn't bring himself to tell her, to explain to her, that he was a screwed man. He lazily tapped at his phone's screen, rummaging through a few notifications and tweets. It was until he looked at his text messages where he frowned lightly,

7:00 Carls <3 - Aye Lach! I'm going to go check on Ian, you know how troublesome he is. See ya in a bit!

Lachlan looked at his clock. It was 8:23 p.m. It had been a full hour, a full hour of doing nothing except laying on his bed all day with his hands on his face. He lived with Carla of course, but he would never show his dread in front of her. It would kill her to see him like this, so he kept quiet, like he's always been, and it never interrupted anything. He tapped at his screen with drowsy eyes as he sent her a text message back.

8:23 Lachlan - Sorry for not responding quickly. Don't come home too late, I have to tell you something. . .

It was true, he wanted to tell her something. Afraid of her reaction, Lachlan paced the room silently and nervously. He didn't know when she was coming, but in the meantime, he could come up with a way to put it. All of the worry, made him want to do something wrong, something reckless for once. He wanted to feel the adrenaline run through his veins, just as he would with Carla if they'd kiss for countless minutes, how longing he'd be to feel such a rush once more, at least until his final hours. He was luckily alone, and he could guess that Carla would take her time, like she always does. He then walked towards the kitchen, his inner conscience telling him to do something to let out his anger at something. It was until he checked the cabinets for something, until he laid his light blue eyes on something specific; A bottle of tequila.

"Hope Carla understands me when she gets back . . ." Lachlan sighed profoundly as he made no hesitation in opening it and chugging it down raw. The taste of the tequila burned down his throat to his stomach, making him sick, but he paid no attention to the feeling and continued until he was completely out of breath. Once he caught his breath, he chugged it all down until there was no more.

He blinked, surprised at how fast the strong liquid's effects were affecting him. Lachlan looked around, keeping himself steady. He didn't want to lose his composure already, but then again, he had not done this before, so it was no surprise on how he wouldn't last very long. Glad that there was another bottle, he opened this one at drank it all down. He wasn't an alcoholic, he never wanted to be, until know, since everything was turning to shit, at least, that's how he put it. The doctor's words rang through his head as he heavily took down the strong tequila, paying no attention to the burning sensation. By now, he had gotten used to it, and he enjoyed it profoundly. He wanted to continue doing wrong, because, why not? He wouldn't have a chance in this world in the future anyway. . .

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O N E D A Y A G O

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Lachlan paced the white room in dismay, the suspense slowly killing him. The doctor had bad news for him, and he kept chewing his bottom lip as he thought about the doctor's sorry look as he looked at his files. Lachlan then heard the white door open, and his head turned to look over at the white cloaked man as he entered the room. Lachlan walked up to the doctor, putting his shaky, pale hands on the other man's shoulders as he started shaking him, "Doctor, please tell me, whatever you need to tell me, just say it. The suspense is killing me!"

The doctor raised his eyebrows at Lachlan, but he didn't react negatively, and instead he pursed his lips as he looked down at the white tiled floor, "Sorry for the inconvenience Lachlan, I just wanted to figure a few things out and. . ."

"And?! Come on, tell me! Do I have cancer? Diabetes? What is it?" Lachlan yelled impatiently.

"Apparently, we have noticed that you have swallowed a few, unnecessary medications that seemed to have weakened your immune system, do you know what these medications were for and why you swallowed them?"

Lachlan's pupils constricted as he remembered his past. He used to be suicidal. Sadness had washed over him in those times, and he would do everything in his power to kill himself. Then, Carla came into the picture, and here he was now, not realizing that swallowing pills, swallowing bleach, anything at all, probably wasn't the wisest idea after all. Lachlan gulped and he answered slowly, "W-Well, doctor I uh, I used to be suicidal but, those phases are over so. . ."

The doctor sighed and gave Lachlan an apologetic look, "Look, whatever you swallowed, it affected you slowly, but dangerously, and, well. . ."

Lachlan let out a wobbly sigh at the doctor's following words,

"But you only have a month left to live."

-Author's Note-

OH UM

THAT JUST HAPPENED.

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