t h i n g s had become TOO much for the once indestructible max caulfield. she was tired. back home, there were friends. kate, warren, hell — even BROOKE. but here? she was alone. chloe had moved on, kavinsky was an acquaintance at best, and every new ounce of pain just PILED onto the rest.
seeing people from arcadia bay who were LESS than kind — having o n e be the only source of kindness after she was assaulted? god, she should have done this SOONER, really. she was sitting on a park bench, sans a coat or really… anything to shelter her from the weather. nothing but a thin long sleeved shirt, a pair of jeans, and a pair of boots. max was ready.
every five minutes or so, her hand went up to her mouth; the sound of a rattle, staring vacantly at her h a n d, raised to mouth — repeat. it’d only gone about five times; she should have been like kate. after a moment, her eyes closed, opening when she heard FOOTSTEPS, sitting up to appear as normal as possible — how tragic if they’d stay.
“ cold. ” she muttered, biting back her bottom lip back, feeling the cold hit it. hey, she wasn’t wrong! she looked down at her empty water bottle, forcing a smile. “ do you — do you have any idea where they sell more bottled water? ” honestly, she didn’t know of any stores around and she sure as hell didn’t want to raw throat everything else. “ i-i need it. ”
esme frozen fingers tapped at her phone, texting lola, lips curved into a SMILE. for once--- happy with the way LIFE WAS GOING. no dad ( not that he cared any ) to give her a LOOK as if she AGAIN murdered her own mother. stopping to type a few last minute thoughts. a voice caused her to JUMP out of her own skin.
something about the way her eyes being GLOSSY, GLAZED OVER almost doped up. NO. it could not be happening again? heart started to SLAM against her rip cage, wanting to vacate her own chest. anxiety riddled through the dark haired girl’s body. blood ran colder than ANY OTHER TIME.
nothing about an OVERDOSE was easy to comprehend. no one KNEW WHY. somehow the WILL TO LIVE leaves their body. esme’s mother, maya, and now this very girl. sitting before her, looking SULLEN as ever.
putting on a brave face, esme had already typed in 911, being SWIFT & QUICK. being the THIRD TIME she’d ever SEEN someone overdose. she knew the signs. every little thing that INDICATED that someone had slipped FAR TOO MANY PILLS into their body.
“we’re not getting you any water---” tears were slowly starting to slip down her cheeks, “i’ve DEALT with my far SHARE of overdoses & you will not be ANOTHER VICTIM. you’re not dying--- especially out in the cold...” someone answered on the other line, esme described everything that was happening. they were ON their way. “why----” asking this SIMPLE QUESTION after the phone was hung up, “why would you WANT to do this to yourself?” despite taking any sort of drug, esme had NEVER had the desire.
