The truth was, Jack needed someone to be home when he got there. He hated being home alone and he hated knowing there was no one to stop him.
Susan wasn't home because she had to pick up her nephew who was supposed to be helping her sort out her old junk.
She didn't understand that if he was the only person home, he would try, and he did. He'd tried an overdose before, but there wasn't enough pills.
He sat on the floor, emptying packets after packets into a bowl before taking four or five at a time, and swallowing. They started kicking in, but he didn't stop until he was unconscious.
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Speechless// Jachary
FanfictionHe didn't speak much when he was younger. only a sentence or two a day. When his dad died, he stopped completely. *** "Why doesn't he ever say anything?" "he's mute, Zach."
