Tim made sure to lock his door behind him, double checking to make sure the door would stay. After he was sure that nobody would be breaking into his house, he started down the stairs, feeling happy, feeling like--

_You make me sick._

"Oh god, not now..." Tim said, stopping dead in his tracks about halfway down the stairs. " _Please_ don't do this. I wont let you do this."

He turned around and marched up the stairs again, unlocking the door with his house key.

_Worthless boy. Scaring your--_

"Shut the fuck up..." Tim mumbled to himself, pulling out his phone as he walked to the medicine cabinet in his kitchen. He sent a text to Sophia.

_Got caught up in something. Meet me in my apartment._

Tim reached up into the cabinet, grabbing an orange bottle filled with small, orange pills. HE sighed, staring at it with his eyes glossed over, reading over the label again for the billionth time in his life.