"Shit, shit!" Draco rolled over in bed and checked the time. 2:06 AM. His meds, he was supposed to take them at 6:30. It's okay, just take them now and- he almost forgot how unbearable the pain was. Well, how could he? Swallowing even his own saliva hurt like hell, besides. He's barely eaten since the start of summer break.. Never mind, just get to the bathroom and take your meds. Draco sits up in bed trying to ignore the horrible feeling in his stomach, he knows this won't end up well. He tosses the blanket he was using aside, the pain becoming more unbearable as he gets up. He feels the tears roll down his face, this is so stupid, tears? really..? What has he become? This isn't right. He gets up, his head spinning. He rushes over to the bathroom unable to think straight, before Draco can react he ends up throwing up in the sink. His throat feels like shit, and the medication seems so much more hidden than before. As he turns on the sink he reaches out to grab the prozac, he doesnt know how many he took. Why should he? It might aswell kill him now, anything but having to relive that. Draco locks the door, and sinks down onto the bathroom floor. He can't tell if its the medicine, or if he's going insane but he swears he heard someone. Someone whos voice he's haunted by. he calls out "Neville! Neville, are you there.?" Its stupid, it just his mind coming up with a disgusting coping mechanism, yet.. Draco never imagined needing someone so badly, but here he is. Sobbing on his bathroom floor, needing that stupid boy more than ever. It's been long since he's seen that boy, too long. "Neville i need you!.-" Tears streaming down his face as he whimpers out the sentence. "..Draco?" That soft voice, a voice he needed to hear once more. Standing right there, the boy he lost. Neville, his Neville! or what his mind imagined as Neville.. Yet he still called out.
"Thank merlin!- Thank merlin neville-" He chocked out.
"You're going to save me r-right?- You came and you're going to help me out of this mess?." Nevilles eyes softened when those words came out. He sighed and in a gentle voice told him "Draco why did you imagine all of this? I'm dead. I cant save you.." Draco's ears rang at that word, dead. Replaying it over and over as his vision starts to go blurry.
"I.. I ran to the bathroom.." Draco says as it fully sinks in. hes going to die, and he cant escape it. "right." Neville says as he slowly sits down infront of Draco.
"..I grabbed the bottle,"
"yeah."
"and I took as many as I could."
Neville or what his mind believed to be Neville crawled towards him, gently resting his head on Dracos chest. It felt so real. "Its too late, whats done is done." Neville closed his eyes resting peacefully. "no.." Draco mumbled. "Theres nothing i can do Draco.. I'm not real none of this is." Dracos vision blurs once more, he closes his eyes knowing he'll be gone soon enough. "So what do i do now.?" Neville opened his eyes looking up at draco. "
Draco it doesnt matter." Draco paused before finally accepting it. "Well if it doesnt matter can i stay here with you atleast.?" Draco's breaths go shallow.
"Ok.."
"How was your day.." The breaths slow down.
"Good.."
"Yeah.?" Draco smiles, its good to feel safe. Even if you're drifting into the eternal darkness.. Before draco slips into unconsciousness he hears Neville say
"Yeah, my was day good."