Zodiac One-Shots

Patient 707 (AriesXPiscesXLeo)

Pisces rolled the pills around in her hand. Eight little white pearls, gleaming death in her hand. In the corner of her eye, she could see her reflection, tattered and worn like a rag. But she wouldn't look up. If she stared at herself, she couldn't do it.

It wasn't the first time she had tried. Ever since Aries passed, she could feel his presence over her shoulder whispering he still wanted her back. Over and over, until she wanted to drop to her knees. But when she turned, he was gone again, as if he was toying with her.

"Fuck." Pisces muttered, tearing up at the thought of him. Why had she even broken up with him? Rumors and lies. He hadn't even been seeing another girl. If a certain bitch had kept her mouth shut, none of this would've happened. Maybe Aries would still be alive.

Tears began to fall down her face, fast and hot, burning her eyes. Still staring down the pills. Pisces swallowed the heaviness of the situation. She needed to do this. She couldn't live another day in his shadow, seeing reminders of him.

"Don't do it." Whispered the voice that had haunted her since the day she heard the news. It had told her this before, over and over again. In the beginning, she listened to it. Now she had come to abhor it.

"Shut up." She cried back, gritting her teeth. It was hard enough without him here, but seeing him just made it worse. Why couldn't he just fade into the shadows like everyone else? All the others would whisper their last words, than leave her alone. Why did he stay when he knew how much pain it caused her?

"Please don't do this..." He muttered again, voice weaker than before. Pisces whipped around, the pills nearly cracking in her clenched fist. There he was, a ghost of him, sobbing on the bathroom tile, fetal style. She had never seen him like this before, even when he was alive.

"What the hell do you mean, don't do this?" She hissed through her teeth, wet eyes red from exhaustion. The boy frowned, confusion taking over his transparent features as she went on. "Ever since you came back to me, you've said you wanted me back. I never meant for this to happen! It's my fault you're... dead. So, I'm coming back to you."

If the ghost opened his mouth to say anything else, Pisces didn't hear it. She popped the pills, in small groups, choking them down without water. Her throat seized up, and she doubled over gagging. But nothing came up.

Instead, she collapsed to the ground, muscles spasming wildly. On the dirty, yellow tinged floor, she thought, this is it?

And then, with a final spasm, she blacked out.

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When she woke back up, sweating like a dog and breathing heavily, the first thing she felt was disappointment. She was awake, breathing and undoubtedly alive.

"Well... shit." She muttered under her breath, straining her eyes open against the sunlight filtering in behind her. A soft sheet enveloped her, but it was thing, and the air conditioning chilled her to the bone. Everything appeared white, clean, and smelled of bleach.

The hospital.

She became aware of the beeping monitor to her left, and on the screen her heart rate, oxygen rates, etc. we're being tracked with little mountainous lines, ascending to the sky before plummeting downwards again.

The door creaked open, and Pisces fell down to the bed, the mattress creaking under her. She shut her eyes and steadied her breathing, hoping to appear asleep. She needed to find something too kill herself with, and she did not want to deal with questions.