Arielle walked into her house and saw her mom and sister sitting in the living room, "Hey. Is everything okay?"
ððð¦ ð¦ðð
ððð¦ ð¦ðð
ððð¦ ð¦ðð
"He's dying." Caroline told her, tears streaming down her face.
ðð¢ðð
Arielle walked closer to her and gave her a hug, "It'll be okay, Care." she whispered.
"He was asking for you." Liz told her.
Arielle looked up with a surprised face, "He was?" her mom nodded.
"Go talk to him." she suggested, "He's in Caroline's room."
She really didn't want to, but her mom was in visible pain, she wasn't going to add to it. She nodded and got up from the couch.
She cautiously walked towards Caroline's room. She'd prefer to do anything ðð¢ð¡ this; but he was dying.
"Arielle!" he said shocked, "I wasn't expecting to see you."
The girl stood by the door and nodded, "I've been avoiding you." she said obviously, "But I figured I should say goodbye." she sat down next to him.
"I'm sorry." the girl turned to him with a shocked face as he continued, "I never meant any of those things I said to you that day."
Arielle could feel small tears starting to form in her eyes, "I was just angry at myself for letting this happen to Caroline. To you. And I know that I shouldn't have let my anger go towards you, so, I'm sorry."
The girl heard the sincerity in his voice, but even if she did forgive him, the words still hurt; he had already said them. And she wouldn't forget them.
Ever
But he was dying. And as much as she hated him right now, she wouldn't want him to die in pain or in sadness, she wanted him to die in peace.
"I get it." she said, "And I forgive you."
Bill smiled, "That's good." he said, his body releasing tension he didn't know he had, "That's really good." he muttered.
Arielle went to say something but stopped herself not hearing a heartbeat. She felt a lump in her throat and tears wanting to spill, but they stayed in her eyes.
She took a deep breath and got up from the bed, "Mom!!"
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Arielle sat on the stairs and watched as her mom talked to the funeral directors. Caroline had fell asleep a long time ago. The funeral directors took his body, and thanks to Liz's sheriffs status, they were able to do a quick memorial the next morning.
As her mom led the workers outside, Arielle felt her oxygen completely cut out. She quickly got up and rushed into her room. She locked her door and and tried her best to catch her breath.
She sat on the floor next to her bed and tried to catch her breath. The walls felt like they were closing in on her and her entire room felt upside down.
"No, no, no." she muttered to herself. Her chest rose up and down as she tried to pace her breathing.
She quickly realized she wouldn't calm down and crawled over to her closet and started rummaging through it. She threw clothes behind her as her hands finally reached their prize.
She unconsciously calmed down as the pill bottle reached her eyes. She opened the bottle and let a couple pills fall on her hand. Tears were falling down her face as her hand shook with the pills in hand.
Just as she was about to take them, a knock was heard at her door, "Ari. Can I come in?" her mom asked.
She quickly threw the pills back in the bottle and then under her bed, "Yeah, come in." she yelled back, standing up and drying the tears from her face.
Her mom walked in and sat next to the girl on her bed, "You okay?" she questioned.
"Yeah." she confirmed, "I just came up here to get some sleep."
Liz sighed, "What's been going on with you?"
The witch looked at her confused, "What? What do you mean?"
"I mean that I don't see you anymore. I don't even know what's been going on in your life, Arielle." she remarked, "Whenever I leave, you've already left, and whenever I get home, you're still out."
"Isn't that good? I'm with friends." she said, trying to divert the attention away from the original conversation.
"Arielle." her mom warned, noticing what she was trying to do.
The girl sighed, "I'm sorry." she muttered, "I promise I won't do keep doing that."
Liz wrapped an arm around her, "I love you and I just want you to be safe."
"I am safe, mom." she assured.
"Promise?"
Arielle bit her lip and nodded, "Mhm."
Liz kissed her head and then stood up, "Good night."
"Night." once the door closed, the girl fell back onto her bed.
She internally thanked her mom for knocking when she did. If not then she would've taken those pills, and then she would've taken more,
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And the cycle would've continued until someone moticed and then got her the help she needed.
And then she would've gotten ð£ð¦ðµðµð¦ð³.
"ðð¦ðµðµð¦ð³"
There was never a 'ð£ð¦ðµðµð¦ð³' for Arielle.
Every day she still had the urge to take a pill and forget about the world. That feeling to was there. She just tried her best to ignore it and get through her days.
She knew that any inconvenience would make her relapse, so she always looked for every possible way to solve a problem.
If she didn't, she knew failure would roam through her body; it'd make her feel worthless, empty, shallow, and any feeling that she would associate with her trauma.
And then she'd remember all the abuse she went through, and then she'd become depressed, and then she'd end up making a stupid choice.
At the end of the day, she tried to avoid problems. But she would either cause them or get involved in them.
It's not her goal, but if she turn away from the problem, then she'd feel unaccomplished. And if she felt unaccomplished, then she'd need somethingâ pills â to make her feel accomplished.
Was that healthy? No
Did she know it? Yes
But as much as she tried to convince herself otherwise, pills were always going to be what she went back to.
She let herself get to that point
She let herself be to far gone
When Elijah noticed how bad she was, it was to late, way to late.
There was no going back from being addicted.
She did rehab five times
And all five it was the same thing.
She knew after the second time that she would never get rid of the need for pills. But she tried her best to at least subside them.
And she did
Every day a little voice would tempt her to take a pill, but every day she resisted. Some days were harder than others but she made it through.
And that was she tried to do every day,
make it through
It was hard, but she did it.
And she liked the small sense of accomplishment at the end of each day.
And right now, she felt it.
She smiled to herself and closed her eyes.
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Hello everyone, this chap I tried my best to portray addiction and living with addiction, I don't struggle with addiction, so i don't know how it feels, I only know what has been taught to me. So if anyone does struggle, or know someone who does struggle with addiction, please feel free to share.
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