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Pray to god he hears you
TW - dark themes, drugs, mention of suicide.  Sunlight was streaming into the trailer. That didn't happen until the afternoon. Time was going by and his brown hues had been staring at the same spot on the wall for hours. He was drenched in a cold and sickening sweat that came from drugs leaving his system -- his body desperate to feel on top of the world again. Though, lately, it was taking more and more to make him feel that way in his attempt at normalcy. What even was normal for Eddie Munson, honestly? His eyes followed the pattern the sunshine was leaving on the walls, his stomach clenched and turned uncomfortably like he was going to be sick. Maybe he'd had too much. Maybe not enough. Definitely not enough. The pounding in his head was enough to make him grind his teeth.
His fingers traced against the cold metal of the gun that was lying on the couch beside him. Every once in a while he'd pick it up, his hands would start shaking and he would set it down again. Everything in his life had led up to this pivotal moment, this one decision Eddie believed would end the constant gaping hole he felt getting bigger inside of his chest. It hurt. Everything hurt. His head, his body, his heart. He was tired. Tired of shutting his eyes only to see his mom locking him in the bathroom for hours on end while they did drugs in the living room when he was little, or each little moment in time his mom made him feel like he had to protect her when she never once in her life fought to protect him from his dad. Or, the vision he could still see clear as day -- his moms body crumpled onto the living room floor, a pool of blood surrounding her and his dad grabbing ahold of Eddie and --
Eddie forced his eyes open, the images that had been flashing within his mind disappearing with a new ray of light sparkling through the window, the ray shining right onto the loaded gun in his hand. He gripped the gun tight in his hand, standing up and pacing the length of the room, tears pricking at the corners of his eyes, memories playing and re-playing over and over and over and over in his mind. A manic sort of whine escaped his lips, the breakdown from the turmoil that was bubbling inside of him at its peak. Sinking to his knees, the tears that threatened to fall finally began streaming down his cheeks. He tapped the handle of the gun against his forehead nervously, his chest heaving with sobs he was trying so hard to hold inside, "F-F***, man."
The front door swung open revealing a wide-eyed Wayne, his mouth agape with shock at seeing Eddie's form on the floor, gun in hand, "What are you doin', boy?" Wayne's eyes gazed across the path to his nephew, glancing between the stash of used drugs on the table, empty pizza boxes scattered over the floors, and then finally landing on the gun, "Put that thing down. Eddie..." Wayne inched closer, one foot in front of the other as slowly as he could possibly muster. Eddie's shoulders dropped, and he set the gun onto the floor with shaking hands. His eyes were bloodshot, his body still clammy and shaking as the drugs wore off.
As soon as the gun was set on the floor Wayne rushed to Eddie's side, grabbing him by the collar of his shirt causing Eddie to flinch instinctively, "What the f*** do you think you're doin'? Look at this sh*t, Eddie. Drugs all over the table, you can't even focus your eyes on anything." His uncles grip tightened onto Eddie's collar, "You are NOT your dad, boy. Don't you even f***ing start. You hear me?" Eddie remained silent, his eyes focusing on something in the distance behind his uncle when he felt another strong shake that pulled him back to present time, "I said, do you hear me?" Eddie nodded his head slowly, shutting his eyes tight in response.
"I'm tired of it." he mumbled, "Of this." he kept his eyes shut for fear of seeing his uncles reaction.
"Damnit. I'm sorry, Eddie.." Wayne let go of Eddie's shirt, "I blame myself sometimes. I knew things were happening, and I didn't remove you from the situation. Didn't feel it was my place." Eddie's eyes opened and he looked hesitantly over at his uncle, who looked on the verge of tears himself, "You are a Munson. But you are not HIM."
Nodding his head in response, he placed his head in his hands, feeling the rough hand of his uncle gently grasping his arm, "No more drugs. Not these, anyway. Sell them, don't use them. If you use, you're out of this house. You're going to go to school. You're going to study. You're going to graduate." Wayne pulled up and Eddie responded by staggering to his feet, "I know it hurts, boy. Learn from it. Do not let my brother win, do you understand me?"
"Yeah...I understand." his voice came out low and hoarse, the tears that had been falling were now dry. Wayne nodded in response, picking up the gun and removing it from the room where they stood. Checking the watch on his wrist, he took a deep breath. He had almost forgotten he had somewhere to be, a new kid at school wanting to buy from him. Eddie turned, seeing his uncle staring at him from the kitchen, a frown embedded so deeply into his face it aged him by at least ten years.
"Don't you ever think of doing this again. You need to be here." Eddie looked away, nodding once again in response. He had no idea what had come over him. He had no idea in this very moment, that this life was about to change for the better. That he would be shoved into a situation and come out on top of the world without the high of a drug. He had no idea he'd smile again. He had absolutely no idea what this evening would bring him.
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