Mark's POV

watched from the couch quietly as Collins struggled with roger to get him into the Benny's car. Well it was really Allison's, but she said we could use it. I still felt like I was abandoning Roger, even thou Collins tried to convince me that I was doing the right thing. Once we got roger in the car and strapped in the back me and Collins sat down next to him- each of us on one side of him. Benny got in the found and the small car drove off.

Roger just stared at me, his green eyes filled with all these feelings, the most obvious one was hatred. When ever we locked eyes a different memory came into my mind- Aprils death, us first meeting, me and roger hiding in my tree house so he wouldn't have to go home to his abusive household, His first gig at CBGB's. I couldn't take it anymore thankfully we pulled up to the new looking white building and had the same struggle to get the rocker out of the car. With help from some of the doctor roger was out of the car and inside the lobby of the center. I took out my camera and filmed the scenery around me. White floors, white walls, and doctors in white jackets everything was so clean, so… fake. It didn't look real. And I turned the camera back to roger he still has his eyes on me with the same face. I put the camera down and listened to the doctor talking to us, telling us when we could visit, what roger would be going though. I took mental notes on all of this; I wanted to know my best friend was being cared for when I wasn't around.

Soon it was time to say goodbye and I just nodded to Roger, actually afraid what he would do if I tired to hug him. Was I actually afraid of him? Roger my best friend I was afraid of?

"I-Ill come visit you soon, please do this for me." For the first time since we left the loft Rogers gaze left mine and went to Collins who did hug him. The African American whispered something in Roger's ear I couldn't hear then they pulled apart. Benny didn't say anything, he just started walked towards the doors, Collins fallowed him and then with one last look I headed towards the doors.

"MARK! NO! LET ME GO! MARK COME BACK! NO DON'T LEAVE ME HERE! MARK!" Roger yelled to me, I went to turn back to see him but Collins put an arm around my shoulder.

"Don't turn back, you don't want to see. This is where he needs to be." I listened to him and walked out the door, and the rockers cries drowned out with the sound of the city. Benny led me to the car but I shook my head.

"No im going to film for a while… give me two hours." Collins nodded and got in the car with Benny and drove off. I tuned my camera towards the building that now held my friend.

"Close on the Rehab center, where Roger is now inside. God help those doctors' soles." I laughed to my self- they didn't know how Roger could be. "Please Rog… just be strong…" I shut off the camera and held it at my side.

I made my way back to the loft; filming some homeless people for my new documentary- I still didn't have a name for it. I soon got back to the loft where Collins was sleeping on the couch. This old place which I came to call home seemed so empty now. I walked quietly into my room and shut the door. I sat down on the old uncomfortable bed and started in the corner where Roger's fender guitar, that was now collecting dust, sat just yearning to be touched.

When I shut my eyes I could still hear the sound that Roger created with that guitar. God I missed that sound, it always gave me a sense of home, without that music my I just felt lost, without Roger I was lost…

Yes finally another update! i really don't have an excuse i just had writers block and i got no reviews for my last chapter so i go kind of discouraged. Anyway would you want me to change it up and not do any mark in the next chapter and focus on Roger alone a rehab or skip to mark's pov where he visits roger? Thank you all for reading! untill next time!