He was living his dream job, touring the world with his friends and entertaining a job of people with his talent. But, things happen, and friends stop talking to you. Especially, when you call them late at night to pick you up. It was after months of this behaviour when his friends stopped picking up the phone at four o'clock in the morning. Because they knew what was on the other end of that call, a drunk and high Austin begging for them to pick him up from the bar or place he was partying at. It had become to much for them because it would just happen again. A different friend each night to pick him up, until they decided not unless he can sort himself out. But that call wasn't ever going to come. The gang knew that, and so did the performer. Deep down, he knew he would never give that call. He liked the high of the drugs he would get, it would take away the pain he was feeling, the pain he kept hidden from the world. Sometimes he washes it all down with half a bottle of Jack.
But now, it was four in the morning, again. The party was still raging on back at the club Austin had walked himself out off. He was high, but something felt off, like the party is over, like he was losing it's protection it gave him, or was it the memory of his friends shutting him out until he was going to be sober. He would say it was the memory, because now his legs where taking him to the payphone. He did want to get sober, because he didn't want to be this call. He wanted to be able to be with his friends because being alone sucks and he hates it. Realization that this is not how he wants to go had came to him the night before when he had called one of his friends, only to have silence. It felt cold, and hurt him more then he would like to admit. And he did try to go sober, but he couldn't do it. The night and pills called out to him, called for him to come out play with them and he did. Maybe the reason he didn't want to stop before was because he never knew how to feel this way, while being sober. And being sober and having the pain come back made him want to go back out into the night. And that's what he did, night after night.
He is trying to find a way to be sober. But it's hard, and he knows he's the only he has to blame for any of this. Running his hand through his hair, and over his face he fumbled in his pocket for some change to put in the phone so he could call a friend. It was getting frustrating as the coins wouldn't go in right away and Austin hit the machine before he continued and dialled one of his friend's numbers. He waited for a few rings, trying not to break down as they didn't seem to be picking up. It was silent outside, the sound of the party silenced by the glass case. It was nagging at him as the only sound playing to him was his breathing and the ringing. Maybe they knew who it was going to be and decided to ignore him, he wouldn't blame them. Not after what's his done to them. He was about to hang up when the ringing stopped and he could hear a groggy "Who's this?"
Austin can't remember the last time he has heard their voice and a sob left him. "I…I can't do this any more. I want to get better, please, I swear I do. I miss you and everyone. Please, t-this will be the last time I will ever call you like this. Please, please come get me. I…I want to get sober." He pleaded, voice breaking. He could just barely hear them reply with "Okay, Austin, just tell me where you are and I'll come and get you." Austin told them what he could remember, leaning his head back against the cold glass. "I'll be there as quick as I can, just stay where you are. Okay. We will all help you." and with that the phone sent silent sending Austin to the breaking point he has been trying to avoid with all these highs. Sliding himself down the wall, he pulled his legs into his chest and started crying as he waited to be picked up so that he could start himself over again. He hated this, hated feeling like this. The only sound to be heard now was the sound of him crying echoing off the glass and it was scaring him. He had finally become undone by the things that were keeping him safe from this.
