Mark walked out of Rogers room after his roommate had finally fallen asleep. "Hey what are you doing up?" He asked Collins
"Its already eight." He pointed out. "Besides I couldn't sleep. What are you doing up? Is Roger ok?"
"Yeah he had another user dream last night, and he didn't want me to leave him alone. Those dreams freak the shit out of him."
"They are pretty bad, but I did some research pretty much everyone going through withdrawl has them, and many times even after the person is clean and through withdrawl the dreams will continue."
"Wow that sucks." Mark said walking over and sitting down next to Collins on the couch.
Roger opened his eyes and looked around. He reached down and traced the track marks on his arm. "Fuck" He sighed. He needed a hit, and he needed it now. He got up and got dressed and walked out of his room. Mark and Collins were sitting on the couch playing a game of cards. He looked at them for a moment before making a break for the door.
"Roger no!" Collins and Mark yelled as they jumped up off the couch after him.
Mark ran over and put his arms around Roger trying to pull him back as Collins lunged to block the door.
"Get the fuck off of me Mark!" Roger yelled.
"No you've gone to far to fuck this up now!" Mark screamed as Roger threw him off of him against the wall.
Collins ran over and grabbed Roger and pulled him into his room. "Fuck you! I just need one hit! Just one! Please!" Roger begged as Collins through him into his room, and locked the door. When they had decided to detox Roger they switched around the lock on his door so that now it could only lock from the outside.
Collins ran over and picked Mark up off the floor. "You ok?"
"Yeah I'm fine." He panted rubbing the spot on his head that had came in contact with the wall.
Collins sighed and looked at Mark. "Go out and film. You need to get out of the house."
"I can't" Mark sighed as a sob came from behind the locked door. "I can't just leave him."
"Yes you can. I'll be here. Roger will be fine, I promise. Just go get some fresh air it will do you good."
"Yeah your probably right." Mark walked over and grabbed his camera. "I'll be back soon."
"Take as long as you need Mark."
Collins went over and sat down on the couch, all that could be heard throughout the loft were Rogers sobs and pleas from behind the door.
"Collins! Collins! Let me out!" Roger banged on the door. "One hit one fucking hit is all I need!"
"Shut the fuck up Roger! I'm not letting you out of there, so quit your bitching!"
Rogers screaming stopped but Collins could still hear him sobbing. Collins put his hands over his eyes and laid back against the couch.
He opened his eyes and looked around. I must have fallen asleep he thought. He got up to check on Roger, he was asleep in his bed. Collins shut the door but left it unlocked. He went to the kitchen to see if there was any food anywhere in the house. His head was buried deep in a cupboard looking for food when he heard a door open. He looked up and saw Roger walked out of his room.
"Hey Rog." He said apprehensively. He needed to test the waters to see what kind of mood he was in.
"Hi" Roger walked over to the couch and sat down. Collins came out of the kitchen and joined the singer on the couch.
"You doin ok?"
"Yeah I'm fine."
Collins picked up the deck of cards that was sitting on the table and began to mindlessly shuffle them.
"Lets play." Roger motioned to the cards.
"Ok. What do you wanna play."
"War?"
"Sure." Collins began to deal the cards and he could see Roger begin to perk up.
They began to play and soon it was like old times. They were laughing and joking, Roger became the Roger they had became friends with, the Roger before drugs. But Rogers mood soon changed when he realized Mark did not seem to be in the loft.
"Hey Collins wheres Mark? Is he asleep in his room?" Roger began to get fidgety and nervous.
"No" Collins shook his head. "He went out to film for a while."
Roger dropped his cards and brought his knees to his chest. "Wh...when..will he b...be home?"
Collins put down his cards and put his arm on Rogers shoulder. "Any minute now Rog. Its ok I'm here."
Roger shyed away from his touch. "I need Mark."
"Roger I promise its ok."
"No Mark...I need Mark." Roger began to shake and tears fell from his eyes.
"Listen Roger..."
Just then the door opened and Mark walked in. Roger jumped up off the couch and ran over to Mark. He grabbed him and pulled him tight against his body. He buried his head into Marks neck and began to sob.
"M...M...Mark...don't...l...leave...me" He sobbed as Mark held him tight.
"Shh...Roger its ok. I won't leave you I promise." Mark patted Roger reassuringly on the back. "Hey why don't you go lay down. I'll make you something to eat."
"Ok" Roger sniffed and walked into his room.
"Hey Collins."
"Hey Mark."
"Did anything happen while I was gone?" Mark asked walking into the kitchen.
"No he fell asleep after you left. Then he woke up and we played cards. He was fine like old Roger for a while, and then he realized you were gone and he freaked out."
"I see, oh well he'll be ok." It still surprised Mark how fast the mood changes came with the withdrawl. Last night Roger was scared, this morning he was pissed, then he was normal Roger, then he was scared and sad again. Helping Roger through this was like a roller coaster ride, and Mark had never liked roller coasters.