Heroin, a love story in Angst.

And there it was. It was so tempting. How could I just walk away? Could I say no? I've gone for so long with out it… once wouldn't bring me back to were I came from. But what would Elliot say? She's has been so supportive of me since I came back. She would leave. I know she would. But does she have to know?

Looking down at the needle i used to visit so much, i, Aiden Good, was for once at a loss of what to do. It was a war. How do you choose? Today has been the worst day of my life. i got to work, and then the manager of the store Super Shots told me i wasn't 'peppy' enough for there liking and fired me. Would you be happy if you just were released from rehab? I don't think so.

Then when i got home i started yelling at Elliot. What had i done to get an angle? i wasn't worthy. She could do so much better then this. She gave up everything for me. She had a family that loved her; they would have done anything to help her. Her father paid for her tuition, all 180,000 of it. She was smart, well book wise, she got in to Dartmouth. But I could say she wasn't as smart street wise, she was with me. An asshole. A slacker. A recovering heroin addict. I put her through so much… why hasn't she left me? Truly, I don't deserve her.

Chapter 1

I got home and she wasn't there. Work. That's where she was. She was a doctor. She actually did something worth living for. And what did I do? Shoot heroin? Yeah that totally helps people. Almost on cue she walked in the door and gave me one of her priceless smiles. She walked over to give me a hug and kiss and that was when I blew it. After I got the first word out of my mouth the rest just poured out. I couldn't stop. And I let all of my anger rush out at her. She hadn't even said one word to me and I was blaming it all on her. I was blaming her for it all. For my family being gone. For me losing my job. For me doing drugs. I even was heartless enough to blame her for me yelling at her. I said, "Maybe if you were a better person I wouldn't have to talk to talk to you like this." No. maybe if I was a better person I could face the truth. If I was a better person I would let her go. She wouldn't have to put up me anymore.

After I yelled at Elliot I ran out of the apartment we shared. It was a big apartment. I tried to help her out with the money stuff, but my job paid 6.25 for an hour of taking pictures of phony assholes with fake smiles.

I went to an old buddy of mine. I use to be good friends with him before I met Elliot. She helped me dump friends that were only holding me back from my 'full potential'. What was she talking about? I was always going to be a failure. My buddy Chris and I did some not so legal things that Elliot didn't like. I knew she got upset when she heard about them. She always can tell if I did any drugs, or drank any alcohol. I don't know how she does, but she can.

When I called him he was totally game for meeting up at the local club. I started walking toward that general direction. The street was crowded like it always was in New York. I just followed the flow of the crowd. It was only seven. I was going to meet Chris at eight so I had plenty of time to waste.

I kept walking. I didn't want to stop because then I would think. And then I would probably start crying about the two biggest things on my mind; my one and only love, and my urge to shoot some heroin.