A/N: I really hope it came out okay. Feedback is greatly appreciated.
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Roger walked toward the loft. The bitter New York temperatures blew right through his old leather jacket. He hunched his shoulders against the biting wind. Mark was out filming somewhere, so he was looking foreword to being alone with April. April and he had been seeing each other for about two months. She had introduced him to something that could make him feel like he could fly. Heroin. Every time he shot up, he felt as if he could do anything, anything at all and it felt fucking amazing. Mark told him that he should stop and that he was only hurting himself, but it couldn't. He'd fallen in love with that white powder, and nothing could break his love. He had fallen into it's deadly trap.
He climbed the stairs to the loft. To his disappointment, but not to his surprise, the loft wasn't much warmer than outside. He looked around, but April was no where to be seen.
"April?" he called," April, baby, are you here?"
He saw the bathroom door shut. He approached it and knocked softly, "April?". He pushed open the door.
"Oh. My. Fucking. God," Roger said hoarsely as he walked into the bathroom.
Blood was everywhere. April's lifeless body floated hauntingly in the pink tinted water. It was like a scene out of a horror movie, the kind that has you terrified for days. It seemed unreal, as if at any moment Roger would wake up from this horrible, horrible dream.
"What's wrong, Roger?" Mark asked as he approached the bathroom.
Roger couldn't find his voice to answer.
"Holy shit, " Mark whispered as he saw the bathroom, but Mark noticed something that Roger didn't, a small note taped to their cracked mirror. Mark pulled the not off the mirror and handed it to Roger. Roger paled as he read the three words that would change his life forever. Mark watched as Roger read the note in silence. At that moment he knew everything would be different. At that moment he realized that slowly, ever so slowly, Roger was dying. At that moment everything seemed to stop. Their whole lives affected by three short words. We've got AIDS.
A/N: So? What did you think? I was going to continue this into a multichapter fic, but I decided not to. I may to a one that it like a continuance of this one. Feedback would be greatly appreciated.