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Keep fucking going!!!!!!!
Yes, in my darkest days, i'll wish they didn't look for me, but it doesn't change anything about how I felt when I woke up in that hospital. Happy i was still able to move my fingers and toes. Seeing my mum and dad. Trying to be strong for me, fighting their tears. Kills me, I put them through that, and I never wanna do that again. The crazy part was I was soooo happy to be like.... alive. I didn't understand why or how I got there but I was happy to be okay ♡ owe my life to my ex bosses, miss yous.
Please be kind to your self 🙏❤️ keep fucking going ( is what the ring says that I wear everyday from my lil cat who im happy to be her maid of honor this summer )
Sexy Kyungsoo
It's getting pretty bad..... AGAIN
In a fat mood to blow my brain onto the nearest wall or overdose. Decisions decisions
Uh... this is a warning for drug talk, mentioned child murder, uxoricide, judicial prejudice, overdose, etc.
It seems ooc for someone like Krueger to have solemn moments regarding drugs unless he experienced negative consequences. So, I looked at the most commonly abused drugs available during his teen and adult years with this assumption in mind. Marijuana(illegal), LSD(legal), cocaine(illegal), heroin(illegal), amphetamines(regulated), and barbiturates(regulated) were the most frequently abused. Many of these, LSD, cocaine, heroin, and marijuana, can cause premature ageing. LSD was also legal before 1966 until the year of his arrest, so it likely wouldn't have been hard for Fred, someone known for risky habits, to get his hands on it.
And if it was marijuana, maybe that's how he got busted. The Boggs Act of 1951 set mandatory sentences for drug convictions. For example, the first offence conviction for marijuana possession carried a minimum sentence of 2 years, which would fit his timeline, considering he was caught in 1966 and released in 1968. If his wife is suspiciously missing and children abruptly stop dying, things look questionable for Krueger. It'd be like (almost) catching Al Capone on tax evasion.
One important thing to note for Loretta is that while available studies have shown that prevalent drugs like ecstasy, marijuana, and cocaine do not diminish the efficacy of hormonal birth control, barbiturates will. Enovid as a contraceptive was used in 1960, a year before Maggie was born. So, besides simply not believing in birth control, this could explain why the couple had their child when Fred was 19, and Loretta was presumably(?) the same age. Barbiturates became popular in the 1960s as a treatment for anxiety, insomnia, or seizure disorders.
Barbiturates are highly addictive and deadly, with several high profile actresses overdosing from it in the sixties. If consumed daily for longer than one month, the brain forms a dependence, which causes harmful withdrawal symptoms. Barbiturates are highly addictive and deadly, with several high profile actresses overdosing from it in the sixties. If consumed daily for longer than one month, the brain forms a dependence, which causes harmful, even lethal withdrawal symptoms.
If Loretta was proscribed Barbiturates, Krueger could've acted the role of the concerned husband because his wife would have a history of seizures and took medication that also put her at risk. When speaking to Katherine, Krueger specifically mentioned medicine, and five-year-olds are young enough to be guided in a courtroom setting if she recalled anything at all at this point. It could put some doubt in a (likely ableist) judges mind whether young Katherine witnessed a murder, a seizure, or the side effects of Barbiturates.
From a judge's standpoint, this set up might become (slightly) more reasonable that they'd release the charges as well. Did he murder the children? Yes, yes he did. When the police searched the local pariah's home on drug charges without a judge's signature, possibly "forgot" to read the man his Miranda rights, incarcerated him, then tried to finish the prisoner off with murder charges afterwards, a person might suspect something was off. It wouldn’t be the first time police bias has interfered with a case.
Falling
Louis Tomlinson/Harry Styles
ao3 link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/35413789
Summary: Louis has avidly avoided listening to Harry’s new album for so long and now it’s chosen to ambush him in a grocery store.
TW: blood, injury, alcohol abuse
They were about 10 minutes into making dinner when it all started to go awry. First Ben noticed that there was no meat for the burger patties. Then about three minutes later Louis noticed they were out of cabbage for the coleslaw as well. Niall offered to run to the store, it was late enough at night that there shouldn't be too many fans he argued. But Niall had brought all the groceries they had in the first place and Louis felt horrible sending him off to the grocery store a second time. So Louis had grabbed a black beanie and some dark sunglasses and hopped in the car.
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Louis stands in the fluorescent lights of the grocery store staring down at the bright green cabbages. He picks up a medium sized cabbage and is rolling it in his hands to check for blemishes when his concentration is broken by the sound of a voice. Freezing in his tracks Louis lowers the cabbage back into its place and grips the handle of his shopping basket so hard his knuckles turn white. He quickly looks up above him and just as he suspected he sees a speaker.
“Fuck” he swears out-loud before looking side to side to make sure no one actually heard him talk to himself in a grocery store.
He’s avidly avoided listening to Harry’s album for so long and now it’s chosen to ambush him in a grocery store? He honestly should have expected as much. The store is quiet and Louis can hear the lyrics quite well. He knows he should put his basket down and leave immediately. He knows this could throw him into a spiral that could last weeks and yet he can’t help himself. He turns towards the vegetables and spaces out.
Harry’s voice immediately spikes a visceral reaction in him. He can feel an ache tugging at the center of his stomach right below his navel and god he misses him so much. Then the lyrics start to sink in.
He listens as Harry describes the way a drink and his wandering hands have ruined a love he once held dear and Louis' heart drops to his stomach. He suddenly feels nauseous. He’s not ready for this. He doesn’t want to hear Harry’s apology after all these years standing in an empty grocery store watching passerby in the mirror over the vegetables. He turns to go a second time but again is stopped by the pure desperation in Harry’s voice as he asks plaintively “What if I’m someone I don’t want around?”
Suddenly it’s all too much and Louis feels his breath start to quicken in his chest. He looks down at his clenched knuckles. Tries to focus on the tile of the floor beneath his feet but he can’t stop listening, can’t tear himself away and suddenly the floor starts to look exactly like the tile in his old house and he’s back 3 years.
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Louis wakes up tangled in the white sheets of his bed as if he has been thrashing about all night. As he peels his eyes open it takes him a couple seconds to get grounded before his heart clutches in his chest as he realizes the pillow beside him is ice cold. He wonders if Harry even bothered to come home last night or if he’s passed out in the throes of whatever party he refused to miss last night.
Last week when Harry had gone missing like this Louis had found him in the bushes by Niall's house, his clothes ripped and dirty. It had taken hours of searching to find him so by the time Niall called to let him know Harry was safe he had already forgiven him.
This tends to be the pattern. Louis and Harry fight. Harry runs off to whatever party is the craziest or the most packed. Louis worries until past midnight shaking until he finally falls asleep. Harry disappears. Louis worries too much. Harry gets found and Louis forgives him.
Louis thinks he forgives too easily. He thinks if he just was firmer with Harry. If he just told him how worried he is maybe things would be okay. But it’s hard to be honest when you're terrified. And the way Harry’s been acting lately terrifies him.
Louis shakes his head to clear his thoughts, pushing himself out of bed and grabbing some running clothes. He’s angry enough at Harry for disappearing again that he figures he’ll go on a run before unearthing his body. He needs to have a clear head before he speaks to Harry again and running helps. He shoves his shirt over his head hurriedly before padding downstairs to find some clean socks and shoes.
It isn’t till Louis reaches the bottom of the stairs that he realizes something is wrong. When he looks towards the kitchen he notices that the light is on. He definitely remembers turning it off last night. Relieved he realizes that Harry must have come home after all.
“Harry?” He calls tentatively not wanting to startle him. He waits a couple seconds but doesn’t get a response so he pushes his way through the kitchen door.
The sight that greets him leaves him frozen in shock.
The first thing he sees is Harry’s body strewn limp and pale across the hard tile floor. Then he notices the curle of blood pooling out from Harry's left hand, stark red against the white tile like a wine stain. The sight of blood shocks Louis into action and he scrambles across the floor towards the unresponsive boy in front of him.
He calls Harry’s name several times lightly hitting his face trying to wake him up before remembering to check his pulse. As Louis reaches for Harry’s right hand to find a pulse he slips in the blood on the floor and clumsily crashes against his chest. When his head lands on Harry’s chest he breathes a sigh of relief as he hears a heartbeat in his ear.
“You really scared me this time Haz” He whispers before righting himself and reaching for the cellphone in his pocket.
He calls Niall because no one else knows about how they find Harry every other morning. Niall answers the phone with a slightly frantic hello as if he already knows the news that's waiting for him. At first Louis can only breath across the line, the shock in his system intermingling with the relief of company.
“Louis? What is it? Is Harry with you?” Niall barks bringing Louis back to reality.
Louis answers, willing his voice not to shake with every bone in his body. “Niall, he’s with me but he’s not responsive. He has a pulse but he’s covered in blood. I found him on the floor of our kitchen. I don’t know what to do, do I call an ambulance?” He rushes glancing around the kitchen trying to take stock of what has actually happened. He sees a half empty bottle of whisky on the countertop with its lid off and as his gaze drifts to the floor he notices glass shards scattered around him. Looking down at himself he realizes he’s kneeling on the shards and he watches as dark inky blood starts to well from scratches on his knees. He realizes he can’t feel the cuts, his whole body filled with a bone deep numbness.
“Alright Louis, it’s okay. Take some deep breaths.” Niall’s the level headed one. Louis has always known that. “Stay next to him and try to wake him up. Maybe splash some cold water on his face” Niall continues. Louis follows his directions robotically filling a glass at the tap and walking across the glass strewn floor back to Harry. He dumps the water across him but Harry gives him no response.
“He's not responding, I don't know what to do” He tells Niall, voice weak and shaking.
“Okay sit tight and stay with him” Niall commands in a gentle voice. “I’m calling 911 and then I’ll drive over to be with you while you wait for them to arrive”
Louis breathes out full of immense gratitude and listens to the click as Niall hangs up the phone.
After that he gets lost in the blur of things. Niall arrives, he remembers hugging him sitting with Harry's body. The paramedics arrive loud and colorful. Louis can’t understand how they’re so calm, so collected, when his Harry is still laying sprawled out pale and unresponsive before them. The paramedics ask him questions he can’t answer while they move Harry to a stretcher. Niall leaves in the ambulance. Louis does not, he’s volunteered to grab Harry clothes and meet them at the hospital.
As the ambulance pulls out of his driveway he's left shaking bleeding from his knees into the pool of Harry’s blood in front of him. It takes him minutes to move to a standing position and inch backwards out of the kitchen. When he looks behind him, he is transfixed by his bloody footprints trailing across the previously pristine floor.
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“Um excuse me?” Louis jumps as he hears an unfamiliar voice directly to his left.
“Sorry, just could you move? I need to grab one of those cabbages.” He turns eyes wide and frightened to see an old woman gesturing to the vegetables in front of him.
He breathes a sigh of relief. He’s fine. He’s in a grocery store. Harry’s okay, they’re just not on speaking terms. Louis' body is still shaking and he finds it hard to catch his breath so he pushes past the women and moves to the front of the store.
When he reaches the door he finds it difficult to pry the shopping basket from his grasp; his fingers feel frozen and numb, like they don’t belong to him anymore.
@positivelypresent
Second ago I was on a call with my friend who overdosed medications like 30mins ago
And they were fine
Like man
If they die tonight, I don't know what I will do
I mean they said they were fine and they had no symptoms of overdose but still...
But I'm still glad they called me
I hope they will be fine
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