I stayed in Rogers room and watched him sleep that night, I refused to go out and talk to Benny or Collins or even Maureen for that matter! Roger started to fidget and mumble in his sleep then bolted up almost knocking me off the bed.
"Where is she?" Roger frantically yelled pushing the blankets off of him.
"Who Roger?" I asked gently.
"April! Where is she!" he jumped out of his bed and I stood up as well.
"Roger… April isn't here, you know she isn't." I reached out to him and he swatted my arm away looking around desperately.
"N-No she isn't dead! It was all just a dream! She's here some where!" The guitarist ran out of the room and grabbed his leather jacket.
"Where are you going?" I questioned fallowing him out.
"To find April!" He responded heading for the door. Collins herd the commotion and woke up from the couch he was sleeping on, and got up and put his hands on Rogers shoulders and looked at him sternly.
"Roger, she's gone." Roger collapsed in the Anarchist arms.
"No, no, no, no she isn't dead… she isn't dead, no it's just a dream, just a dream." he kept repeating to himself. Collins picked up Roger, easily now since the rocker had lost so much weight. Collins pushed past Benny and Maureen who came out of their rooms during the episode. I watched as Collins sat roger down on his bed and kneel in front of him. The anarchist whispered some thing to Roger who just nodded. Collins soon then left the room shutting the doors.
"What did you say to him." Benny asked.
"Reality." The African American then headed back to his room he shared with Benny.
"Collins!" I called after him, he turned around. "Thank you." He nodded to me.
"Roger is my friend too, he goes down, we all do." Tom then walked into his room fallowed by Benny leaving me with Maureen. She drama queen came up to me and I grabbed her hand leading her to the couch. When we sat down she didn't lean on me like she usually did.
"Marky I-I can't do this any more." She whispered, her brown eyes refusing to look into my blue.
"Maureen what are you-" she cut me off.
"I need to leave this loft. You need to pay all your attention to Roger right now. No… you want to pay all your attention to Roger." She attempted to explain to me.
"Maureen I-… Roger is hurting right now, everything can't be about you!" I stood up "I can't believe this! You of all people are being selfish now!"
"I'm not selfish!" she defended. "Do you think I want to leave Mark! I'm doing this for you!"
"I need you here Maureen, you keep me going." I took her hands and kissed her but she pulled away from me.
"Mark, I can't keep doing this to you, I can't see you anymore. I'll be back tomorrow for my stuff." She went out the door. I chased after her.
"Where are you going to go!" I called down the stairs, but she just ignored me. I went back inside and slammed the door and slammed my fist on the couch. I went into my room and threw all of Maureen's things in a suitcase and threw it out the door. I looked around the dark room and backed into the wall that connected my room and Roger's. I slid down the wall so I was sitting against it and pulled my knees up to my chest.
"Is this what I get?" I whispered into my knees. "Is this what I deserve?" I said a little louder. I put my knees down and revealed my tear stained red cheeks. "Maybe I am the selfish one, for wanting things back to normal" I looked into the darkness, into the nothingness. "I gave up everything!" I said now in my normal voice, standing up. "Am I allowed to believe for one second that for ONCE something bad would turn out good!" I walked over to the closed widow and watched the people and cars go across alphabet city. "WHAT WILL I GAIN FROM THIS? IS THIS ALL I EARN!" I sighed and sat down on my bed. "Who am I kidding. I'm lying to my self… I'm just one person, I can't handle all of this" I opened my window and looked at the sky. "IF YOU WANT A GAME YOU'VE GOT IT!"
I woke up the next day on the floor awkwardly. I got up and went out side to see Maureen's suitcase gone, she must have came. Benny was sitting reading the paper and Roger was sitting on the windowsill with his head against the glass. Benny came up to me and put a hand on my shoulder.
"Look Mark, I-"
"Save it." I shrugged away from him.
"I'm going to say it weather you listen or not. I herd about Maureen, I'm sorry man. But more then that, I'm sorry for the way I acted, your right, I was being uncaring, I'm just frustrated okay, I need to get out of this place, I need to make a name for my self, this world is a cold corrupting world that waits for no one." I turned to him
"You really want to make it up to me?" he nodded.
"If you'll let me."
"Get Muffy and her family to give me three thousand dollar." Benny's dark eyes went wide.
"What why? What do you need with that kind of money!" He questioned, I looked at Roger and pulled Benny into my room.
"I need to put Roger in a rehab, you get me the money I forgive you and you get Roger out. Win, win for you."
"Since when have you been such a con-man Mark?" he asked me, eye brows raised. I rolled my eyes.
"Deal or not?" He nodded and shook my hand.
"Deal." I went outside to Roger and Benny left to get the money. I sat down next to Roger on the window sill. I felt his forehead, it was cool from the cold glass that he was leaning against.
"How are you feeling?" I asked. He didn't respond, he just shifted his green eyes to meet mine in a painful look then to look back out the window. "Want something to eat?" the Rocker just shook his head. "Come on Rog, please, you need to eat." Roger just shook his head again and got up and left to his room. Once he shut the door I got up and went to the phone book and called the closest rehab center there was. An older sounding woman answered.
"Hello my name is Mark Cohen and I would like to check in my friend for heroin addiction… He has been clean for about two weeks now but it's just…" The woman told me she understood and asked for his name. "Roger Davis, Age 21." I suddenly felt a blow to my side and the phone was hung up. I looked up to see Roger above me.
"Don't you dare send me to the death trap of hell!" I stood up
"Roger, you've given me no choice!" He charged at me and we wrestled on the ground.
"I will NEVER go there! NEVER!" It was strange how I was able to over power him. At that moment I realized how much of a tool the withdrawal was taking on his physical body. I was able to pin him down and grab him by the arm and lock him in his room. He began pounding on the door. "I'll kill you mark! I'll kill you if you send me there! You fucking bastard! How could you, you bastard! HOW COULD YOU!" I bit my bottom lip so hard it bleed as I attempted not to back down as I took the phone in my hand again and dialed the number.
"Hello I'm sorry about that this is..." I paused looking at Rogers door shaking as he pounded on it. "This is Mark Cohen again calling for my friend Roger Davis…"
I'm so sorry i haven't updated in forever! But i was rehearsing for a show i was in but now it is over and i will have more time! Thank you all for waiting and Reading and please Review!