A/N: I don't own RENT. That wonderful right belongs to Mr. Larson.

The day of Angel's Funeral was the worst day of my life. Having to say goodbye to her was hard enough, but it was the same day Roger was leaving to be a songwriter in Santa Fe. We weren't together anymore, so what did it even matter? He never loved me. I have always loved him, but I made a stupid mistake. He though I loved Benny more. Can you even imagine living life without your best friend or your true love? Let me tell you its not worth it.

When I walked out of rehab yesterday morning I had no where to go. After Mark found the clinic and Benny paid for it I couldn't go back to them. They would be so disappointed. I know that the people there will call Benny, but I just couldn't face the look he would give me when he realized that I wasn't worth the trouble.

Who was Mimi Marquez anyway? I had been living on my own in alphabet city since I was 16. Three years. I paid for food and smack from the tips I got working at the Cat Scratch Club. That's where I was headed right now. To see if the boss would let me work, I really need some cash. And then after my shift of course I would go and find The Man. Soon enough the virus will take hold. Soon enough there will be no more Mimi Marquez for everyone to worry about.

Since it was winter a lot of the girls at the Cat Scratch had gotten sick, so the boss said I could pick up a few shifts. I went back to the old dressing room to get dressed and to put on some make-up. Both borrowed from a girl I used to know. Soon I went out onstage and danced. I still got lots of tips from some of my old admirers. But it just wasn't the same. I was now just a shell of the girl I had once been. Sadness, disappointment, and emptiness have completely taken over. I also was having horrible withdrawal. One whole month of no smack was taking its toll. I was shaking, sweating, and throwing up all the time. Just one more hit and I would be all better. Completely numb and unaware of my shattered life.

As soon as my shift was over I changed back into my own clothes. And hightailed it out of there back into the park. Walking slowly because I was tired and cold, but to also make sure I didn't miss him. But within 5 minutes I instantly felt better and almost happy because soon enough I would have a little baggie of powder in my back pocket. That little baggie would make me forget everything. Or at least for a while anyways.

So I ran over to him, and handed him my money in exchange for the powder. I could hardly stand it, it was burning a hole through my pocket. The only thing I need to do was see if I could get a syringe from another junkie in the park and I would be all set.

A/N: Thanks for reading! I would love reviews! And I should have the next chapter done shortly!