Roger woke up and looked around. He was laying on the couch cuddled up next to Mark. He lay silent for a moment just thinking, and then suddenly the overwhelming urge for a hit overtook his mind. He needed it, he needed the heroin coursing through his veins, he needed it. He slowly rose up off the couch careful not to wake Mark, and slinked over to grab his coat. He threw it on and walked silently out the door.

Collins got up out of bed and walked out of his room. Mark was asleep on the couch curled up in a little ball. He walked over to Rogers room and pushed the door open, he peaked inside to find the room empty. He began to panic as he walked to the bathroom to see if he was there. "Shit!" He yelled.

That startled Mark and he awoke. "What?" He asked rubbing his eyes.

"Fuck Mark where's Roger?" Collins yelled

Mark bolted up off the couch. "He was right here asleep with me. Are you sure hes not in his room?"

"No hes gone!"

"Fuck!" Mark ran over and threw the door open with out so much as even thinking of grabbing a coat.

"Mark coat!" Collins yelled before turning back inside to search for clothes.

Mark flew down the stairs. "Shit shit shit!" He yelled. When he reached the bottom of the stairs he came to s sudden halt. There on the last step was Roger sitting crying inot his hands.

Mark walked cautiously over and sat down next to him. "Rog?" He said apprehensively. "You ok?"

Roger pulled his face out of his hands to look at Mark but he just continued to cry. Mark scooted closer and wrapped his arms around him. "Shh…Roger its ok. I'm here."

"I couldn't do it Marky." He sobbed.

"Couldn't do what?"

"I…I…I was…gonna go g…g…get a…hit…I thought I needed…it. I really…really wanted…to…M…M…Marky but I c…couldn't" He cried into Marks shoulder.

"Shh…Roger its ok that's a good thing." Mark rubbed the rock stars back reassuringly.

Just then Collins came running down the stairs with Marks coat in his hand. He stopped short when he saw the two men on the bottom stair. At first he was relieved that Roger was here, but soon that feeling was replaced and he was pissed that Roger would do this to them.

"Roger what the fuck?" He growledHeHehhekjhkz

Mark looked up to him with pleading eyes. "Collins don't, its ok I got it."

Collins ignored Marks pleas and turned back to the sobbing musician. "Why the fuck do you keep doing this to us?"

Roger turned and looked up at him tears covering his face. Suddenly he wasn't sorry, he was pissed. "Fuck off Collins." He yelled

"Roger…" Mark grabbed his wrist to try and stop him from standing up.

"I've said it before and I'll say it again!" Collins yelled. "I'm done! Fucking done! I can't handle this anymore Roger. Your fucking tearing us apart! Just leave go and get your fucking hit!"

Roger stared him straight in the eye. "Fuck you." He said before turning and walking toward the door.

"What the fuck Collins?" Mark yelled and he hopped up off the step. He ran out the door after Roger as Collins turned and walked back up the stairs.

I'm sorry I know this is short but I felt like leaving this a cliff hanger! Hehe I'll update soon I promise!