Elias' POV

You calm me like-

You ignite me like-

I've grown attracted and-

There's something wrong-

"There's something wrong...shit."

You can't write like this.

I sighed leaning my head back against the metal headboard of my bed. A small stream of light glimmered through the window of the attic and I watched as dust danced in the air.

It was a particularly cold evening today, snowfall had come and left the Hill property covered in a blanket of pure whiteness. I glanced over at the gun resting on my the floor beside my coat. My mind raced to Ambrosia and my heart twinged.

I closed my eyes and saw the face of the man, I killed.

A hustler from the underground transfer of supplies who I had caught stealing more than he should have to get him noticed. It was enough to start his own chain and I had to take a fucking block.

I gritted my teeth.

Remember the look on his face when you shot his foot.

"Hm, yeah..."

The way he begged like a dog for his life.

But he was just another plant in the pot, just another seed in the ground.

I opened my eyes and reached under my pillow grabbing a small cylinder.

Anxiously I opened it and looked for anything, any little chip of a pill but there was nothing, nothing to save me from...me.

My voice kept calling me from inside my ears echoing to me, the urge was itching me my finger was twitching.

Although it was freezing outside my head began to get hot and started spinning. I sat up and began to rock forward.

Oh Ambrosia, my little flower.

What have I done?

My hand felt sticky and I looked to see the sweat and I blinked, again and again, rubbing them frantically as the sweat turned to blood.

The blood dripped and ran down my arms refusing to come off. I breathed heavily getting off my bed and pulling off my shirt. The blood had dripped up to my chest defying my reality it circled around my neck.

I was drowning.

I ran to the bathroom clawing my neck feeling the pressure build in my lungs as blood filled them by breathing become shorter and shorter. Looking in the mirror my face had a streak of blood and my eyes were black.

In a sudden inability to control myself I gagged and hunched over the sink to vomit blood. I looked up again and saw that I was a kid.

Suddenly, I remembered the day, an automatic memory. I was eleven and it was my birthday, but I had felt sick that day at school and my mother had picked me early from school.

I went home and stayed in the backyard all-day, shooting birds with the BB gun my father had gotten me. I collected them all and placed them in a bucket and the brought them into my bathroom the blood was all over my hands and I threw up.

After that, I had buried all of them one-by-one with a flower.

Footsteps could be heard on the steps up to the attic and I jumped out of my sleep.

Mother stood in the doorway of the attic her arms crossed and a small flask dangling from her fingertips.

Still shaken from my dream I rubbed my eyes and coughed touching my throat my body was cold with sweat. I glared at my mother and waved a shaking hand to dismiss her.

"Leave."

"Where were you last night Elias," mother popped the cap of her flask open and took a swig.

I stayed silent gathering my strength to sit up.

"That little twat you're messing with is going to be the end of us Elias..."

"She's going to end you."

My tolerance had grown extremely low from the absence of my pills and my anger for my mother grew with all-speed.

"Get the fuck out of here," I snapped.

Mother raised her head slightly I could tell that she was shocked at my boldness towards her.

"Huh, it seems my shy boy has gone with his pills," she chuckled clicking her heels prior to walking towards me.

Mother loomed over me and swiped a thin hand over my forehead.

"Looks like withdrawal isn't treating you well my dear."

I grabbed her hand and squeezed harshly my head snapping up so our gazes met my head began to pound once more. Then a sharp pain and ringing began to echo around my head.

"You need to get me more, mother."

She pulled back and shook her head with a mocking smile she cackled. I trembled under the intense dizziness she had put me through and the overwhelming array of feelings that circled around me. The smell of mother's sickly sweet perfume and the mix of rancid liquor forced itself onto me making me nauseous.

"I will my dear, Tania gave me my check, but I need someone dead," she cooed.

"Who?" I grunted.

"Ambrosia."

-End Elias' POV-

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