Nick (rosenheim) wrote in tellhimtonight,
Nick
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Alone Once More

-The door to Nick's flat slams shut as he storms in, pacing for the keyboard. Seating himself, his fingers attack the black and white keys, creating something. Definitely not music. After a few minutes of this, his hands slide off the keyboard and he slumps forward, his head hitting the plastic on a dischordant note. A shaky sigh escapes his lips, followed by heavy breathing. He stands, stumbles to his kitchen area and leans over the sink. He holds his throat, squeezing lightly, wincing when it hurts more than it should. He gives up the thought of induced vomiting and moves away from the sink, back to the keyboard. He blinks at his reflection in the window across the instrument, noticing a thick dark ring around his neck. An image of Patrick, a belt and choking flash across his mind, makes him shudder and stand again, pacing in a rectangle around the room.

He makes it around twice before giving that up as well, using the wall to slide down, burying his face in his hands, breathing deeply, shoulders shaking slightly-
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