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Roger's POV

The alley was cold and dark. I stood, shivering, trying to keep myself warm in my ripped, thin black t-shirt. She had said to wait here, and she'd be back with something good. It better damn well be good, I'm freezing my ass off!

I didn't even know her. Sure, she was fucking gorgeous. That fiery red hair and those deep ,brown eyes...She obviously liked my band, she was there. She also must be interested in some sort of relationship, with her giving me those looks during the whole concert.

I guess we talked for a while after my set, mostly about my band. But whatever, she's was cool about it. Next thing I knew, I was hammered, and making out with her behind the bar. That's how I got here.

There she is. Finally! She takes my hand, and in it she puts a baggie with fine, white powder in it. I look up at her face, and she bears a wide grin as she shakes a needle and a rubber band in my face.

I shake my head. "Nah…Not my thing," Thinking she'd just shrug it off, she pushes me up against the wall.

"Look! I was supposed to use this for me, but I thought you would want a taste of it. Are you gonna use it, or not?" I wasn't the only one a little wasted.

Normally, I would have pushed her back and left her there. But I liked this girl, a lot. It seemed I wouldn't go anywhere with her if I didn't do it. So I nod, and her grip on me relaxes. She smiles warmly and sits me down

Whatever I think to myself. I'll use it this one time. I've heard it's not even that good…

She reaches for my arm, and begins to tap it lightly, trying to find the vein. Her touch is warm. Finally she finds it, and slips the rubber band up my arm. She hands me the needle.

"It might hurt a little, but the rewards are worth it," she says with seductive smirk.

I sigh loudly, trying not to shudder. I tap the needle to my vein, and slowly push the plunger.

DAMN. That hurts like a bitch. An unbearable pain shoots up my arm, almost forcing me to rip the needle out of my skin. But I bite on my lip, hard enough to taste my sweet, irony blood.

Once it's in me, I try to get that damn needle out of me as fast as possible. I slide down farther on the wall, wanting the throbbing pain in my arm to stop.

Then it slowly ebbs away.

The world starts to faze a little in front of me.

Then suddenly everything is sharp. Clear as a bell. She gets closer to me, so close, I see my reflection in her striking eyes.

"See? I told you it was good," she breathes into my neck.

I laugh stupidly, like a child. But I don't care. I haven't felt this way before. I feel better than I do at my shows. It's incredible.

Two years later

I sit at the windowsill of my loft that I share with my best friend. In my hand holds an old, crinkled paper that I've looked at so many times.

A positive HIV blood test. With my name on it.

And April's. But what does it matter to her? She killed herself six months ago so she wouldn't have to deal with it.

She left me, alone, to deal with it. That bitch. How could she do this to me? She's the one who hooked me up with this stuff in the first place. That fucking bitch.

I rest my head into my hands, realizing calling her names won't stop me from missing her. Even with all she did to me, I still love her. At least I can think about her without breaking into sobs.

I sigh, and look out the window. I don't know what to do anymore. I'm spending my life shut up in this damn loft, writing pointless songs.

I did know one thing for sure:

I need to stop using.

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I don't know all the effects of getting high, or how to, to be honest. So sorry if the information's wrong.

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