The final chapter...

Chapter 3

The hospital waiting room was a drab grey. It smelled. Boring magazines littered the tables.

He hated hospitals.

Norman paced back and forth while his mother and younger sister sat on a chair, clutching each other and sobbing. He threw an annoyed glance at them. "He's going to be fine!" he wanted to shout at them, but somehow, he knew that wasn't going to be the case…. He felt numb, like he was in a dream.

Wheels screeching… screams…a sickening crash…

Miraculously, his mother and sister escaped with bruises and whiplash. Norman had a deep cut on his right cheek, that was all. Their father, sitting in the driver's seat, hadn't been so lucky. Norman shuddered as he recalled the mangled body being pulled out of the vehicle. He was surprised his father survived the accident…

A Doctor came striding out, his face expressionless. They all turned their attention to him, wet eyes pleading for good news, however hopeless it seemed.

Norman started to shake. " I'm only 16", he thought, "I can't live without my dad- there's still so much we need to do together…"

"I'm sorry. We lost him…"

He was shaking now, guilt pouring through his body, tears falling thick and fast onto the carpet. His father would have been ashamed by what he had done...

Jayden stumbled to his bedroom and wrenched open the wardrobe. There, was his stash of Tripto, concealed in a safe at the bottom. The call was too tempting.

He punched in the code with trembling fingers. Eagerly, he snatched up a few vials and lay them on the bed. A bottle of vodka sat on his bedside table. He picked it up and up-ended it into his mouth, feeling the warmth spread through his body. The shaking stopped.

He unscrewed the lid of the first vial of the heavenly concoction, bought it up to his nostril and inhaled deeply. Another two followed suit. He could feel his body relaxing and fell back onto the bed. His muscles started to twitch and he could feel blood pouring out of his nose. "Just… another couple" He thought to himself through the haze. He shakily groped beside him and picked up another two vials. His vision was starting to blur as he inhaled the next two. He knew he couldn't turn back now.

After all, he didn't want to turn back.

He wanted to die.

High risk of overdose….

Twitching uncontrollably, his last thoughts were of a man and his undying love for his son. Tears streamed down the pale, bloodstained face. His heart was pounding madly, trying in vain to pump blood around his jerking body. He could feel his chest growing tighter as his lungs started to fail him…

"Where the FUCK is Norman?" Lt Carter Blake roared as yet another hour passed. Rain lashed the windows outside the police station. Ash looked up from his desk. "It's unlike Jayden to be late. Heck, he's never even taken a sick day since he got here…"

"I'll give the bastard a "sick day". Carter grumbled as he grabbed his coat and car keys.

All was quiet behind Jayden's apartment door. Blake hammered on the door. "Open up Norman! You sack of shit!"

No answer.

Carter rubbed his face in frustration. Jayden's car was in the drive, so he knew he wasn't out somewhere. True, he hadn't been himself since the Origami Killer case, but that didn't give him an excuse to sleep in!

He broke the door down with a swift kick. He stepped over the door and made his way inside. He shook his head. Surely the door crashing down would have caught Jayden's attention? He started to feel uneasy.

It was deathly quiet.

Something on the table in front of him caught his eye. It was a note. Blake read the words:

I can't handle it anymore….

Cursing, Carter dropped the note and stumbled down the hallway.

The bathroom door was ajar. Carter pushed it open.

Nothing.

Only one door in the hallway was closed.

Carter approached it, shaking slightly.

Steeling himself, he quietly opened the door.

A still figure lay on the bed. Vials lay strewn around him, a bright blue substance nestled at the bottom of some. Pale green eyes wide and unseeing stared at the ceiling. A look of peace showed through the dried blood caked on his face.

Carter felt sick.

For all his bitching, he hadn't actually minded the kid. Jayden at least had the balls to stand up to him a few times, unlike all the other submissive losers…

He bent and felt for a pulse on cold neck, knowing it was hopeless.

"…You fucking fool…." Carter muttered.

Such a pointless loss of life.

He closed Jayden's eyes gently, covered him with the bed sheet and left the room.

~The End~

I hope you enjoyed Triptocaine Blues! No doubt I'll eventually end up writing another fanfic about Jayden in the near future :3

And don't worry, I heart Jayden just as much as any other fangirl... *tear*

If you enjoyed this then please read my other fanfic titled "A Break in the Clouds"!