Darkness crept in from under the door, surrounded him, lay down with him, embraced him, kissed him, and began to smother him.

His eyes were held shut on the outside by the darkness and glued shut on the inside by the drug coursing through his veins, which married with the darkness to hold him under.

His arm was slack, the strap hung loose, the needle fallen onto the bed. No need to pack it up, this one last time. Let them find it; it was easier than a note of suicide.

His mind began to wash away, seeping out of his head and mixing in with the darkness. As it did so, the cavity in his mind lay open and allowed other things to creep in. His mother. He saw her, standing in the distance, watching him, as if she still lived, as if the car had not taken her life away.

He held imaginary arms out to her.

"Take me, mother."

He saw her the way he had remembered her, when she still cared for him.

"Take me away from here, mum."

He saw her as she was before he had told her he was gay.

"Don't turn away from me, mummy. I can’t live any more in this lonely world without you."

He felt his mother come, take his hands and lift him up. She held him close, and the last of his mind melted into her soft warmth, seeping away, finally, into nothingness.

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