Andy's POV


I held up the deep scarlet tablet to the camera lens, grinning widely. "Don't you just love that color? Blood red." Popping it in my mouth, I swallow quickly.

Opening the cap to the bottle, I pour out three more and take them dryly.

Holding the bottle up, I sigh from my horrible headache. "The Internet says 40 will do, but I'm taking 60."

"Thank God I have a mother addicted to this stuff." I smile at the pills covering the floor.

I think about Camille and how I wish she were here.
"Camille..." I whisper, feeling tears at the corners of my eyes.

"You're alright." I nod at the camera. "I'm n-not."

"Just... uh..." I laugh internally, noticing how I said 'uh'.
"Put it in your movie. Make it your movie."

Taking a deep breath through my nose, I suddenly felt like I could finally breathe, just like Katelyn.

My head started to rush faster, but I didn't feel the headache anymore. I actually didn't feel anything anymore, except for the pills running down my throat.

I didn't know what to think, but this was... the last time I would sleep.

Notes

Sorry this is short... but it was just too depressing for me to write it in Andy's POV...