I need you here

Is that you?

Charles POV

Charles sat in his chair next to his bed, his long hair ruffled against his neck making him shiver slightly. He yells to Beast asking him for the medicine for him to be able to walk with. He places his face into his hands as he heard the voices, once his legs go the voices come back. Beast quickly hurries into the room giving Charles the medicine, he looks up and takes it.

"Thank you, Hank." Charles said as Beast left the room

Charles removed his shirt revealing his arm, he looks over at the table next to him and grabs the rag he bites onto while he injects the medicine for himself. He put it into his mouth and bit on it, he closed his eyes and lined up the medicines needle with his wrist carefully injecting himself with it, he yelled into the rags material as his arm tightens up. 

After he takes the needle out he opens his eyes back up to a small amount of blood, of course it would bleed since he stuck a needle in his wrist. He had band aid next to his bed since he is used to it. He removes the wrapping over the band aid and places it over the holes source of the bleeding. He takes the rag out of his mouth and places it back where it sat before.

He puts his shirt on slowly and adds his favorite jacket along with his outfit, he wasn't trying to look good he just wanted to feel comfy.

Charles carefully stands up, once he is actually is up he stumbles back down into his chair. He grunts and tries to get back up again which this time he has success in doing. He would walk to his window and open the curtains, the sunlight hitting him and every bit of his room. He squints his eyes as it gets bright real fast but adjusts to the lighting.

Charles walks over to his door and opens it, he stepped out into the hall and walked down the hall to the stairs. It wasn't a school anymore, no kids, no teachers, the teachers got drafted into the army shortly after Cuba and they couldn't keep the school going. Charles and Beast only live here now, just them.

He walks down the stairs carefully trying not to fall since he has to get used to walking again, he looked over the railing to see Moria sitting at the bottom of the stairs, he sighed. He honestly didn't really like talking to her after Cuba, she shot the bullet which.. he doesn't know anymore if its Erik or Morias fault, he just blames it on them both.

He walks down the last steps not even talking to her hopefully she would not talk to him as well. He sighed heading to his study to grab the alcohol sitting on his desk, he stood behind the desk as he took a cup from the cabinet. He pours it into his cup and takes a shot of it. He shakes his head from how quick he swallowed it. He places his cup back down.

Charles grabs the bottle of alcohol to take with him upstairs, he mostly just stays in his room since he doesn't want to go back out into the world again, like hiding. He was good at it since he did it all his life.  

He made his way to the stairs until Moria said something. He looked down at the girl, she looked upset.

"Charles we should talk about Cub-" She said before she was cut off by Charles.

"I'm not in the mood right now." He said

Moria sighed and let Charles go upstairs into his room. After Cuba he fell into a depression hole, he misses Mystique and.. even Erik. He missed Erik a lot, he doesn't have anybody to talk to anymore or joke around with him. Erik made Charles feel important, needed, happy.

As Charles walked down the wall he passes Eriks room where he used to sleep, he opens the door slightly and turns the light on. The bed was clean and the whole room was clean. As Charles remembered Erik hated anything messy it always had to be perfect. Charles used to joke about it, Charles frowns as a tear slowly falls down his face.

He turned the lights off and walked over to Eriks bed, the curtains were closed so it was semi dark but some light got it. He placed the bottle of alcohol on the beds nightstand as he lied down onto the bed.

He covered himself up with Eriks blanket, he then closed his eyes and slowly started falling asleep.

A few hours later around 12:00 at night

Charles rolled around in the bed, he rolled around a lot. The voices were back, he heard them. The pain of the people, all the pain. Tears rolled down his face then suddenly a familiar voice echoes in his head. Erik, he can hear Erik.