A/N: I hope this chapter doesn't suck. Okay here we go. I tried on this chapter so bear with me. Thanks to invaderdibby for letting me co-write. I never co-written so this may be a bit off. Enjoy

"Don't judge me!"

"Kaoru-kun, please listen to reason."

I always hated when she said that. It annoyed me to no end. It was as if everything I was saying went one ear and out the other. But it's to be expected. She never listened to me. Not even when I was young. It was as if she was always right, or always had to be right.

"Mother…call back later."

"But you won't answer later. I was surprised I actually got you." She said in that voice. The high pitched squeaky voice she always used to display her ever so current emotions. The high pitched voice I always hated her using because it would give me migraine just moments later. That voice. "Please honey talk to me."

"I have to go." I am trying to rush her off the phone, "I am expecting calls."

"From junkies?"

She's pushing that button that doesn't need to be pushed. "Don't judge me." I shoot back defensively; suddenly regretting it because it made me look guilty. "You don't know me."

"I am your mother. I know you quite well thank you."

I sigh as I begin to run my fingers through my medium length auburn hair. The hair I been contemplating on whether to cut it or not. "I promise I'll call you. I really have to go."

"But Karou." She pleads and I inaudibly groan, "Please…just five minutes. We need to talk."

"Nothing to say."

"You haven't talked to me in months. You can think of something!"

I sigh again and this time, beg for my high to hurry and kick in so I can tune her annoying ass voice out. "Mother just call back later."

"Why? Your father and I are worried."

"You have nothing to worry about."

"Karou, you are an addict! You are shooting up meth and can eventually die! DO YOU WANT THAT!?"

God I hated it when she yelled. It always made my blood boil to hear her raise her tone at me. Ever since I could remember I always used to tune her out in one of her famous rants because I couldn't stand the yelling. It was always something about what I had done without permission, something about me and hikaru's incestuous ways, or me and my alcohol abuse before I upgraded to the real thing. I couldn't stand it then and I certainly can't stand it now.

"Mother….lower your voice."

"Put your brother on the phone."

"He's busy."

"DOING!?"

"Sleep more than likely."

"KAROU, GET YOUR BROTHER ON THE PHONE!"

"Don't fucking yell!" I shot back, tired of the loud screeching ringing through my ears, "God just shut the fuck up!"

I kept my breathing steady as I heard silence occupy the other line of the receiver. I knew my mother had been taken back by my choice or words, but I didn't care. She's constantly pressing an issue that doesn't even concern her.

"Karou, everything alright?"

'Shit'.

I try to turn my head slightly to face my brother but my neck hurts so damn bad I won't budge.

"Karou?" his groggy voice rang throughout the room again.

Was I actually that loud? I know I have a tendency to raise my voice along with my temper but was it enough to wake my sleeping Karou?

"Karou?" he asked again, this time a bit more closer in distance. It signaled to me that he was coming closer to my form and all I could do was freeze. He forbade me to talk to family because of the lack of support we had back when we were teens. Hell, he even forbade me to talk to friends. I haven't had contact with Kyouya, Tamaki, Haruhi, hunny or Mori in years. Ever since the graduation of our eldest host club members, the club hadn't been the same. Now if he finds me talking to our unsupportive mother, he'll go into a rage.

"Karou?" he speaks lowly and places a soft hand on my shoulder as the other one takes the phone from my sweaty hand, "……..Hello?"

'shit!'

"Mother?"

God I pray this high kicks in. This is the longest I've had to wait for my high. It's pissing me off.

"Goodbye Yuzcka." He hangs up the phone and I feel his eyes begin to burn a hole in my back. I know he's pissed because he only calls out mother by her first name when he is. Now since I talked to her, I'm also fucked.

"Karou…" he begins in his stoic tone, "Look at me."

I can't. Not only do I not want to but I can feel myself getting sleepy and dizzy. I know the feeling all too well.

"Karou.." he is more firm in his voice, "Look at me."

Just a few more seconds until this sweet heaven takes over my body. I'm already starting to feel weak and hazy. It won't be long until I am completely taken over.

"Karou." He practically whispers as the same hand that once rested on my shoulder went away. "Can you even hear me?"

Honestly…I can't. Not anymore. I'm gone. All I can hear is the painful silence of my ever so quiet mind. He sighs heavily as foot steps begin to distance themselves from me. He's leaving. Leaving me and my high alone for he knows my current state all too well. I know he'll come back in a few hours, but that gives me enough time. I just want to be alone and sit here. Maybe wait for a phone call or two. Or even find that tough guy that stole a kilo from me a week ago. Yea...that's what I'll do.