Klaus Hargreeves (callsthedead) wrote in madisonvalley, @ 2019-12-04 01:02:00 |
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Entry tags: | !log, !open, ~2019 december, ~40 points, ~~klaus hargreeves (callsthedead), ~~~~~jesse pinkman (imthechemistyo) |
WHO: Klaus Hargreeves and OPEN
WHAT: Sobering up
WHERE: Outside Verdant
WHEN: Early Wednesday morning, after work
WARNINGS: TBD
STATUS: Open/Ongoing
Klaus hadn't changed his mind about the decision he'd made that weekend. It wasn't like he hadn't thought about it before. He'd been in rehab before, but it had never taken because he hadn't really wanted it to. He'd liked the quiet that the drugs brought on. They shut up the voices and made him feel less insane, although he wasn't stupid. He knew the drugs were terrible for him, too, and that eventually they were going to kill him. That didn't bother him so much, though. He didn't actually value his life that much. What did bother him was that he'd spent the past ten years with no idea what had happened to him. And after getting thrown back in time and losing someone who had been the love of his life, he couldn't help but wonder if his abilities could bring him back, at least a little. At a little would be better than nothing.
It wasn't easy, though. He hadn't touched drugs or alcohol for like...three days and he definitely felt it. The voices were also returning, although he'd spent most of his time wearing ear buds in the hope that he could shut them out. He wasn't exactly sure how that was working yet.
He'd just gotten off work, and he had a terrible headache, and had started having the shakes. He wanted a drink. Or a pill. Or something. But all he did was take a deep drink from his (totally non-alcoholic) water bottle as he stepped outside of Verdant at the end of his shift. He could make it through this. He had to.