The sounds of the cars filled Alexander room, as the handsome man slowly sat up in his bed, the sheet falling from his toned chiseled body. A thick scar ran down the side of his stomach as Alexander got up from the bed. The sweat pants flowed easily as Alexander walked into the restroom. He told himself in his mind that he was having trouble sleeping due to the sounds coming from outside...but that would be a lied. deep down he knew why he could not sleep. And that made him even more angry.<br/><br/>Alexander Carter struggle with the idea that he needed help. That something was wrong with him. After all he was a tough cop, a man trained to take stress. Yet, now he was looking into the mirror as he got the sleeping pills out. Looking at the medience, Alexander sighed before taking four pills and dry swallowing them. Heading back to the bed, Alexander began to feel the pills take control as he laid down on the bed and let sleep take ahold of him.<br/><br/><--The Next Day--><br/><br/>Alexander Carter woke up as he looked over to the alarm clock, and let out a curse. Jumping out of bed, Alexander got his clothes ready as he felt the pills still working. Getting dressed, Alexander got his badge and gun before heading straight to the front door of his apartment.<br/><br/>Getting into the car, Alexander got onto the road and started to drive down before getting onto the highway. Alexander struggle as he tried to stay awake. Alexander saw the same dream, the dark room. The door being opened as a bright light came forward. Alexander eyes shot open as he watched the truck veering, trying to avoid him. Alexander gave a shout as he whipped his car around, slidng now only back into his lane, but off the side, flipping the car over. Alexander felt the blood trickle down his forehead as he looked outside the window, watching the people who came to check on him.<br/><br/>"Fuck..."<br/><br/>(I think for the next post we have them at the help group.)