Chapter Five:
"Happy Fucking Birthday To Me, Right?"

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TW: caffeine overdose, drug overdose

The day started out normally. Jack felt happier on his birthday, somehow. Even if he didn't have any friends to spend it with. Jack would toss the covers over himself, excitedly running down the hallway of his house, ready for the day.

The snow fell, hitting the roof and blanketing the earth in its silent beauty. Jack's mother had the day off that Monday, because it was her only son's birthday.

Unfortunately, it didn't end as normally as they had hoped. In fact, from what Jack remembered, it was the worst day of his life, so far. Though, he would never admit it out loud to anyone.

He didn't like to feel like he was a burden to people, not that he had anyone to burden other than his mom. He tended to keep his weaknesses, insecurities, fears, and problems to himself.

He wouldn't admit it out loud, but whenever someone brought up this day, his heart ached. Because through that state, he could still hear his mom's voice desperately calling out for him.

Unfortunately, people brought it up to him regularly as a jab. Especially Henry Bowers and his psycho gang and Richie Tozier.

Jack could not stand the glasses wearing boy. He always had a sneer or a mean comment to send his way.

Jack remember how he felt as he watched his hands shake. He remembered the fear that hit his heart as it pounded in his ears, so loud he thought he was listening on a stethoscope.

His hearing faded in and out, the ringing in his ears becoming deafening. "Mo-Mom?"

He remembered how he could feel his heartbeat change. It started off as one skip. But it gradually increased to three.

"M-Mom... Mom..." His voice was weak as the room spun around him, sending him stumbling around the room in a nauseated, dazed state, "M-Mo-Mom."

His body felt weak as he dropped to the ground. He hugged his knees to his chest as his stomach cramped again. It hurt to breathe, in fact, everything hurt as every muscle in his body tensed and untensed rapidly.

He couldn't remember much else, his vision giving out do to the pain. But he could still remember the bone chilling, heart stopping, blood curdling fear he felt.

He couldn't believe that that's what fate had in mind for him.

Dying on his birthday. Today, he would've scoffed at that thought. Not only dying, but fucking overdosing on his birthday.

Now, Jack would've called the situation complete bullshit. Even if deep down, he knew he never wanted to feel that way again. So.. scared and vulnerable.

"Mom!" Jack cried out, his voice cracking as he called for the woman.

That was the last thing he remembered happening before it all went dark.

His mom opened down the door of his room, a grin on her face and a birthday cake in hand.

At the sight of her son on the ground, his eyes rolled into the back of his head and foam pouring from his mouth, the cake slipped from her hands, splattering onto the white carpet.

"Jack!" Her horrified voice rang out as she pleaded to God for her son. "Jack? Jack.." 

She scrambled out of the room, practically ripping the phone off of the wall and dialling Nine-one-one.

Once the woman was sure the ambulances were on their way, she rushed back to her son, leaving the phone hanging from it's cord. The buzzing of the phone may have annoyed her at some other time.. but not today. Not right now

She cradled his head in her lap, brushing his blond hair out of his eyes.

"It's okay, baby, it's okay. You're okay, you're okay." She whispered, leaning her forehead against his.  "I love you, baby. I love you."

Mrs. Andersen didn't remember much after the paramedics showed up, as it all became a worried blur.

The dark haired woman barely remembered the ride in the ambulance, question after question being thrown at her.

She couldn't believe the boy she once believed to be so sweet and innocent had just overdosed in her arms.

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The beeping of the monitor slowly lurred Jack awake.

"Mom?" He croaked, squinting his eyes to block out the harsh lights of the hospital room.

The woman stood from her uncomfortable hospital chair, pressing kisses all over his face. She squished his cheeks together and pulled his face up to look at her. "Don't you ever, ever, ever do that to me again."

Jack groaned, shoving his head into his pillow as he closed his eyes. "I'll go get the doctor, honey."

The headache, that was dull when Jack woke up, had intensified. m

His muscles felt heavy, as if they were bricks unable to be moved.

"Happy fucking birthday to me, right?" Jack muttered, nausea flooding his body seconds after speaking. "Oh, go-"

His body involuntarily lurched up. His hand covered his mouth, trying to prevent throwing up all over himself.

He began shaking again, beads of sweat forming and sliding down his back.

Shivers shot down his spine, and the blond boy didn't understand how he could simultaneously be freezing and sweating at the same time.

A nurse appeared, along with his mother and two doctors.

The nurses eyes widened as she quickly stepped forward to hand him the red bucket.

Jack's torso lurched forward again as he emptied the contents of his stomach into the bucket. "Oh, my go-"

"Something's wrong." The nurse spoke skeptically.

"Or, this is normal. We've seen overdoses like this before." The doctor waved her off, not looking up from his clipboard.

"Overdose-" Jack's mom gasped, "My son would never do any sort of drugs!"

Jack continued to shake, tears threatening to spill over. "Mo-Mom.. hel-"

Something was definitely wrong.

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{ Word Count: 1005 }

{ A/n: no one:
me: projecing myself onto my characters yet again? more likely then you think }

{ Edited: No }