Jay Guthrie (courtingthesun) wrote in academy_x, @ 2010-01-13 18:23:00 |
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Entry tags: | husk, icarus, phoenix |
Who: Jay, Paige, and Jean
When: Midnight
Where: Jay's room, etc
What: Saving a troubled soul
Warnings: Drug use, attempted suicide
Jay had planned this one a little better. No blood this time. Nothing to clean up. And he wasn't injuring his body. His powers surely couldn't cure poisoning or an overdose, right? It wasn't a physical injury (Nevermind he knew he couldn't drown. He put it under the same umbrella as physical injury. Paiuge had a lot further to go to tutor his common sense.) The angel-winged boy was finally ready to be a true angel.
By his bedside, he had left a CD with a demo recording. Written in his cramped handwriting was "She Lies with Angels, plus bonus track. For Paige, with love." He had finished Julia's song. And he'd written a song for Paige, one with hope - false hope now, that he wasn't thinking about it, though it had been real hope when he wrote and recorded it. It was all he planned to leave behind.
No evidence this time, like blood. He'd already thrown away the pill bottle, stuffed the pills in his pocket. He'd drank before with Remy, out by the pool house, and his last bottle of alcohol, in the trash, everyone would assume was probably John's. And no witnesses. Just after dinner, Jay had feigned exhaustion to Paige, said he wanted to make it an early night despite the "big day" tomorrow. He had seen Remy, then headed up to his room a couple of hours of hanging out later. John was out, who knew when he'd be back. This was it. He'd done it. Jay closed the door, stood by the trash long enough to slam down most of the alcohol, even though he was already feeling very ill. He saved a little to wash down as many pills as possible. It took three times to swallow them. He barely managed to drop the bottle in the trash, his hand shaking. He stumbled to his bed, dropped down, and was very soon out, sprawled haphazardly over the covers.
The damage wasn't immediate. As with his drowning, his body was waiting for damage substantial enough to heal - much closer to death. Time passed, he dropped deeper, but he still hadn't healed when a visitor dropped in.