disclaimer:own the words and idea but not the characters or rent.
A/N: This is what happens when tropical storm fay is outside and you listen to without you. I went back after my first 3 reviews pointed out some errors I made ,and this is my thanks to them.
I was shaking from three days of Withdrawal as I slapped my arm to make the vein pop. I was so close to the pain-free numb of being high when roger saw me. His face was angry and disappointed. His eyes were what stung with a look of pure hurt and pain. He climbed back out my window without a word, and for the first time I put the needle down. I let everything I was feeling out and cried, I cried for angel, for roger ,for me ,and mostly for the pain. Then for the first time since I had lived New York I let the sound of the rain bring back all those memories. Me and angel when we were little. When he discovered he was a she. When we got our death sentences. There was no pain just numb. The steady beat on my window sounded like a rhythm angel drummed on my birthday every year since he got those damn drumsticks. No matter how much I didn't want to believe it the person I loved most in the world, who loved the rain, was dying.
I hate the rain.