His Worst Night Yet He
He got up and walked across the dark room. Small shards of light glinting off of the various surgical steel loops and studs that adorned his body. He made his way to the bathroom and splashed cold water on his face. Looking into the mirror he laughed at himself. He felt as though he should be the strong one. She needed him right now and he new it. Laughing at his weakness he slid back the medicine cabinet door and groped for some sleeping pills.
“What did you take?” she asked as soon as he came back into the room.
“Just some sleeping pills” he replied trying to mask the pain in his voice.
“No headache pills?”
“Nope, just the Tylenol p.m.” She didn’t like it when he mixed medications to put himself to sleep. After a long week of doing it every night he was worried himself about becoming addicted to a drug he didn’t even have a prescription for. Sleep wasn’t coming easy for him lately. Tonight was going to be even worse.
“What’s wrong?” She asked.
:”Nothing” he lied. Then trying to find some inner strength to keep himself together he climbed back into bed. “Not tonight” he said to himself “Any night but tonight” ...
Wrote that a while ago. Actually it goes on but it gets kind of personal.