A/N:  Lyrics are to "Last Resort" and belong to Papa Roach, as does the name of this chapter.

Mark POV:

            7:00. Seven o'clock at night and Roger still isn't back. He's been gone since 6:00 this morning and I'm about ready to kill him when he comes back.

            I still can't believe that any of this is happening. Why did Roger have to do this? Why did he have to start cutting himself? I mean, when normal people are depressed, they talk to someone about it. Normal people don't take out all their emotions on their skin. Then again, Roger isn't normal.

Roger seems to have this incapability to talk to anyone about anything. I guess it's no surprise that he turned to this, but still. Haven't I shown him that I'll always be there for him no matter what? Did I do something wrong? Did I, in some way, send Roger the message that I was untrustworthy, and not willing to listen to his problems and help?

            I've always tried to show Roger that I'd be there for him no matter what. Yet, without fail, he keeps everything to himself and ends up turning to something dangerous, like heroin…or cutting.

            I sigh and run my hands through my hair, frustrated and upset about this whole situation. I can't be mad though. No, if there's one thing I've learned in all these years of living with Roger it's that getting mad only makes thing worse.

            I know what makes him worse, but what the hell will help? I've tried everything…yelling, begging, trying to talk to him, offering my help and support, tough love…but absolutely nothing works.

            I'm so lost, I don't know what I can do to help him anymore. At least he opened up to me last night though, even if only for a little while. At least it was something.

            Suddenly I hear the front door to the loft open and Roger walks in.

            "Roger! Where the hell were you?"
            "Out."

            Okay, don't get mad…don't yell, don't attack him…

            I swallow the anger I feel rising up in my throat. "Where 'out'?"

            He shrugs. "Just walking. Thinking." He starts to walk to his room but I stop him.

            "About what?"

            He turns around and glares at me. "What do you think?"

            I sigh, really not wanting to have to deal with this from him right now.

            "Roger, what-"

            "Listen Mark, I really don't want to talk about this anymore, so I'll make this easy for you. No, I'm not going to that program. Yes, I'm going to stop. And no, I don't need your help."

            "But…why not?"

            He looks confused. "Why not what?"

            "Why won't you go?"

            "To that program? Because that's not for people like me. They're out of control. I'm in control, I can stop any time I want to."

            "Then…why don't you?"
            "Mark, I just told you I was going to!"

            "I don't believe you! I don't think you can!"

            He walks towards me, staring me down. "And why is that?"
            "Because I think if you could stop you would have by now."

            He rolls his eyes. "You don't know what it's like, okay? I can stop anytime I want, and I'm going to. I already did. I didn't do anything today."

            "But what about tomorrow? And the next day? Do you really think you can stop altogether, on your own?"

            He nods. "Yes. Yes I do."

            I'm about to protest again, to insist that he can't possibly do this all on his own, but before I even get the chance to open my mouth, he storms to his room, slamming the door.

            A few minutes later I can hear loud music blasting from behind the closed door and I cringe when I hear the lyrics…

Cut my life into pieces
This is my last resort
Suffocation, no breathing
Don't give a fuck if I cut my arm bleeding

This is my last resort.

Cut my life into pieces
I've reached my last resort
Suffocation, no breathing
Don't give a fuck if I cut my arm bleeding
Do you even care if I die bleeding?…

A/N:  Um, yeah..sorry that was so short. But it gets the ball rolling I guess. :D