Title: I, Alone
Author: Judas Escariot
Pairing: gen
Rating: PG-13
A/N: Random Reid drabble. Popped into my head earlier, so I wrote it down. Super short. Hope you like it.
Summary: [ReidCentric] Short drabble. Post Revelations.

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I alone love you...
I alone tempt you...
I alone love you...
Fear is not the end of this...

The needle called to him. It lay, shining in the flourescent light, on the counter before him. He sat, shaking, on the edge of the bathtub, his arms wrapped around his bare, sweaty chest.

"This is wrong," he thought. "I don't want this."

Yes you do, said a voice in the back of his mind. You want this. You can't survive without it.

"Yes I can. I'm stronger than this."

No you're not. You're weak. You can't go on another day without a fix.

"Shut up."

You're angry because you know it's true. You're a junkie already. You're pathetic.

"I'm not."

You are. Weak. Pathetic. Junkie. You're a waste.

"Stop it."

You can't even function. You have to have it. You're a failure.

"Please, stop."

Weak. Pathetic. Junkie. Failure.

"Stop."

Weak. Pathetic. Junkie. Failure.

"Stop..."

Weak. Pathetic. Junkie. Fail-

"STOP!"

Reid stared at himself in the mirror. The circles under his eyes were so dark that he looked like he'd been punched. With a shaking hand, he reached for the syringe.

That's right. I can make the pain go away.

And it did. And moments later, after sliding down the tile wall to the floor, Reid lay with his head pressed against the base of the sink.

He felt better.

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