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Delancey's POV

A week had passed...

I-I don't know if I can take it a-anymore...

The hallucinations, the pain, the dots! The countless, and countless stupid DOTS! I can't go to school, I can't leave my house, I haven't seen Dillion in a week. Dillion was wrong! I AM going insane! I can't stop crying all day, even though my tears feel like acid against my skin. And the dots...they're consuming my body quickly...they started out the size of a blackhead....now the biggest ones are about as wide as a tennis ball. They're everywhere!! And they hurt, they hurt, they hurt, they hurt, they hurt, they hurt, they hurt so MUCH!!

"MOMMM!!" I cried, screaming at the top of my lungs from the pain, ink-like black tears streaming down my face uncontrollably. "PLEASE!! MOMMMM!! DADD!! DILLION!" The pain was too great to describe, but the worst part...?The worst part....was being alone...we couldn't run the risk of it being contagious, if we did, then I-I could hurt, even kill, someone...Do you have any idea how that feels? Knowing that asking for help could kill someone I love? Consider yourself lucky...because that's the worst kind of pain...

But y'know what? I remembered something.

I remembered throwing away the Duotine bottle in my trash can by my desk. I never took out the trash...

So I blindly fumbled my way out of my bed, not even being able to see where I'm going since I was crying so hard that I couldn't open my eyes long enough to see anything. I felt around the soft covers with my wart-like infected hands, until I felt the edge of the bed. I slipped, and fell off the bed, onto the floor. And once I hit the carpet, it stung like a hundred knifes being stabbed into my back all at once. But when I went to scream, I couldn't. After almost 168 hours of non-stop screaming, and crying, and moaning, I had finally worn out my voice enough to where it was just silence. That's right...168 hours of endlessly burning in hell. Five days ago, I came to realize that I've become incapable of sleep. So I can't even catch a break by sleeping. My carpet, and entire bed (including my mattress, covers, blankets, pillows, etc.) were completely stained black from all my tears at this point. I struggled to find enough strength to crawl my way to my desk, my body rubbing against the now black carpet. And it hurt...it hurt so much...but I did it. I got to my stupid desk. I reached into the trash can, and pulled out the Duotine bottle.

"S-Stupid child proof caps...!" I mouthed, trying to scream.

I struggled, enduring the pain, but eventually I got the red cap off. It's a full bottle...there's a lot of pills in there...

Would it be enough to kill me...? Would it be enough to stop the pain...? Because at this point, why keep going? Why keep going when I look in the mirror and I can't see myself in it. I can't even see a human being. I just see a monster...
I'm like a dog who's owners realized that they should put down in order for me not to suffer. What if I just take one? Maybe...maybe if I take just one...then it'll stop it altogether? Then I can live! Then I can be happy again!

I unhesitatingly, almost happily, popped a pill in my mouth...

For a moment, I didn't feel anything...but then I realized...it stopped...it all stopped...

I looked down at myself; my hands, my feet, my legs and arms. I felt my face, only to find smooth skin. I felt healthy, and normal! I wasn't in pain anymore. I stood up and made a mad dash out of my bedroom and down the hall. I saw my parents standing in the living room at the end of the hallway, with these relieved smiles on their faces. They both had their arms opened out wide, desperately waiting for me to jump into them. And I unhesitatingly did so. Indescribably overjoyed, I smiled, tears of joy blowing past me as I ran as fast as I could down that hallway and right into their arms. I almost knocked them over when I got to them, craving their warm embrace. Mom was stroking my hair, while dad kissed me on the top of my head several times.

"OW! AH!!" I screamed. I felt an extreme pain on my arm. It was like getting shot with a needle expect a 100x worse. I broke from our hug and looked at my arm. Mom and Dad stared at me, confused and disappointed. It was a small black dot...

"Oh, look! Delancey's gonna cry...!" A mischievous voice from behind me mockingly whined. It was familiar, and I knew who it was instantly, but I could never imagine it being distorted into something so....cold. I turned around, looking down the dark hallway, to find a young man slowly walking towards me, his head hung low. He had pale skin, dark hair, and hazel eyes that were filled with hate. "Dillion...?" I whispered underneath my breath. "Why not kill yourself? Here..." He said, whipping his head up to look at me unnaturally fast. His eyes were purple just as before...and he was holding the Duotine bottle out to me...My heartbeat quickened, and I began to breathe heavy. I was too scared and stunned to keep my eyes off of him, stumbling backwards out of shock. "Whine...whine...whine...You're pathetic." I desperately grabbed the bottle from his hand, tears now streaming down my checks. "You whine all night!!" Dillion, mom, dad, and one other person cried out. It was a voice I hadn't heard in a couple months, so it was strange to hear. Especially from him...someone who knew the fear and mental pain all too well. I turned around to face the voice, the figure was standing by the doorway, taunting me with his flame engulfed eyes.

James...?

They surrounded me now, hardly giving me enough space to move, not giving me enough air to breathe. And as I breathe became heavier and more frantic, unable to get their voices out of my head, their faces began to become distorted, melting off like dripping paint. The walls of the house melted away too, and anything that had surrounded us before, was now nothing but an empty void of gray. At that point, I gave in...I gave up. I crumbled on the floor, crying my heart out. What else was I suppose to do? I had given up trying to keep them out...trying not to listen to them...I let them into my head, I let them devour any independence I had. Which caused me to stare deeply at the Duotine bottle...

"End it...end it right now...all the pain, all the sadness, it can all go away...then you'll be happy again." Dillion whispered. His words were almost...soft...and soothing. As if he's genuinely trying to help. I considered it...weighing out the pros and cons. "YOU are the one putting all this pain and suffering on everyone else! If you touch them, if you even face them, you run the risk of killing them right then and there! For all you know, they could drop dead at your feet. So what's the point of moving forward when there's nothing to move forward to...? End it...end it...it'd be better for everyone." James whispered in my ear, his harsh but true words hitting me like a bus. And they seeped into my head scarily easily.

"You're gonna die alone! Die alone, die alone, die alone, die ALONE!!" Mom and Dad screamed, their faces melting off and spilling onto the floor...everyone's eyes were purple. I did this to them...

I popped the top off, and tipped the entire bottle into my mouth. The last thing I felt or heard was all the pills spilling into my mouth...before everything went cold and black...

I then found myself sitting up next to my desk, tears mercilessly flowing down my face and soaking into my shirt. I began screaming again out of pain, my black tears feeling like lava on my face. And my entire body began to sting and hurt once more.

Hour 169...