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Runnin' on empty

Roger continued thinking, his reflection staring back at him.

Look at all the people you've fucked over in your life Davis. Mark. That poor boy did everything for you while you were withdrawing. He held you up when you vomited, wiped the sweat off your forehead, made you soup when you were in pain. And how did you repay him? You cursed him, hit him, berated him, and told him to leave you the hell alone. I wonder what he thinks of you now. You couldn't even tell him about Maureen. I'm sure he hates you now.

And Mimi. You gave her hell when she was using, leaving her all the time. She almost died because you left her and sent her over the edge. And here you are, with a needle you're ready to use, preaching to the choir about not doing drugs.

You screwed over Collins too. I'm sure he's worried as hell about you, which can't be good for his health. It's getting worse by the day. Every time you'd use, lie, steal, and run away, he felt it. And the way he looked at you at Angel's funeral when you ran to Santa Fe like a coward.

Maureen. He wasn't quite sure why she popped into his head, but then he thought I think you hurt her the most. You were so selfish that you basically called her a murderer. You didn't even think about how she felt. Maybe she was right; you do blame everyone for my problems. She had to make that choice, and maybe she did go the wrong way about it but she's human.

Everyone must hate me now; I basically became an animal in there. And they must know by now what I'm about to do. I never wanted them to see me this way, but they're better off without whining, weak, and useless Roger Davis.

Roger went into the bathroom and tied a band around his arm and tapped his vein to make sure it popped. He knew that he bought a lethal amount from the Man, but it didn't bother him at all. He was ready.

I'm coming April.

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The Bohemians desperately searched the streets trying to find Roger. They knew they were running out of time. While they were searching Collins stopped. The rest of them did too to see what he was looking at. The crappy looking motel had a large sign in lights on top that said "ANGEL INN".

"Can it be?" asked Mimi to Collins.

"There's only one way to find out" said Maureen.

All of them walked into the shady looking place and up to the front desk.

"Excuse me sir, is there a patron by the name of Roger Davis here?" asked Joanne.

"We don't really ask too many questions about our customers, as you can see, but if you describe him I might be able to help you out" said the employee.

"Here's a photo" said Mimi. The picture was of Roger, handsome as ever, with Mimi. They were at the Life café, smiling and holding each other.

"Yeah, room 215" the guy said.

"We need a key to that room! It's a matter of life and death!" said Mark.

The employee handed the key to them and they ran as fast as they could to room 215.

When they finally reached the room, they opened the door quickly to step inside. They weren't sure what they would find but they were praying for the best.