Jack and the Box

His breath rattled from his throat, fogging the mirror on the medicine cabinet. Jack clutched the counter, white-knuckled, spilling pills onto the floor as he struggled to stay in the coherent world. The nightly battle between sleep and medication was never this bad…but he had stopped taking the meds; his doctor told him to, hadn’t known about the depression before. He had stopped too abruptly—shaking hands, he was going to throw up—the caffeine wasn’t right, too much, too much!

He ripped a bottle from the cabinet and palmed a handful, sinking into unconsciousness. He awoke in another place.

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