AUTHOR: Doreen
DISCLAIMER: I do not own Jeff Hardy and anything related to the World Wrestling Entertainment; they belong to Vince McMahon. This fan fiction is purely fictional.
WARNING: Mentions of drug use in here. Against it, don't read.
A/N: Couldn't think of anything to write as this my first WWE fan fic so I just came up with this short fan fiction. Was inspired by Hurt's "Falls Apart".

Footsteps can be heard as they echoed through the empty and deserted back alley of a building. Jeff Hardy entered the deserted building, carrying a black bag with him. Jeff looked around to make sure that nobody was around; especially his older brother, Matt.

It was no use for Jeff to try and pretend anymore. On the outside he was what everyone thought he was; determined and positive. But no one, not even Matt, knew of Jeff's secret activities.

Jeff felt guilty. He felt guilty that he's taking advantage of Matt's trust. He knew that he could always count on Matt if he needed anything. Ever since their mother died, he and Matt have been exceptionally close. If anyone bullied Jeff in school, Matt would come and stick up for Jeff. Whenever Jeff fell down and scraped his knee, Matt would be there to bandage his wounds. Whenever Jeff felt depressed or sad, Matt would be there to lend a shoulder to cry on and wipe away the tears.

But Jeff felt that nobody can help him now. Not God, not Vince McMahon, not his family and friends. Not even Matt. Jeff looked down at the syringe. It still wasn't late; he could throw it away and walk away. But no, Jeff had a hard time even trying to keep himself clean stay away from those things. As the old saying goes; if you can't beat them, join them.

And that was exactly what Jeff was going to do.

He gasped softly as the needle pierced through his skin. But the pain went away as quickly as it came. After a few minutes, Jeff felt as if all his troubles were thousands of miles away from him. His head was swirling with giddiness. He leaned back against the cold, hard wall and closed his eyes. He felt happy; something he hadn't felt in a long time.

Yet, deep in his mind, he couldn't shake off the feeling that this was a battle he was drastically losing. And the worst thing is that he himself couldn't do anything about it but only watch as his world falls apart slowly in front of him.

FIN