Brian's Point of View

I woke to a dog barking and scratching at my bedroom door. Before I could even open my eyes to greet the day I'm hit with a little thing called 'Dope Sickness'. Imagine if you had the stomach flu and it would go away if you took medicine. You'd be stupid not to? Well this is the same thing, Right? Right or wrong, either way, I have to have junk and soon.

"Go the fuck away!" I yelled to my dog as I opened my eyes and sat up in bed. I picked up my iPhone and sighed. I've been asleep for two days and not a single call or text. Apparently the only one who cares is my goddamn dog and she's probably just hungry.

I got up and caught a glimpse of myself in the mirror. I’m a completely different person now. My face is hollow and my eyes are empty and out of all of my clothes I only have a few things that fit me anymore and I’m pretty sure they’re Cole’s not mine.

I shock it off and walked downstairs to feed Pinkly, my dog. Once her food dish was filled I walked back up to me room and grabbed my J-Box as I call it and looked inside. I always love this part of my ‘addiction’. Injecting heroin is a dirty business especially when you've been doing it for a while. Finding a vein isn't as easy as it used to be. Just as I had pushed the needle into my vein and felt all my pain, fears and sickness wash away my phone rang. I glanced and saw that it was Matt. I pulled the needle from my arm and pushed ignore. I’m tired of keeping up appearances with everyone, I thought as my mind wondered back to what Rosalie said. If I was hurting them so badly then why haven’t they noticed that one of their ‘brothers’ is a heroin addict? Why haven’t they seen that I’m lost and broken?

Matt’s Point of View

I hung up after trying to call Brian. It’s been days since anyone had seen him.

I looked over at Ami and Rosalie and sighed.

“Try his house phone.” Ami stated, I could tell that she was worried and even Rosalie seemed upset.

What if he overdosed?

Stop it, Matt! You can’t think that yet.

I shook my head to clear it as I dialed Brian’s home number.

“I hope he answers.” Rosalie said before standing and walking out into the backyard. As soon as she shut the back door I heard Jimmy say, “Hey, leave me a fucking message.” And then Brian in the background say, “Dude, this isn't your fucking house!” followed by a beep.

“Matt, what is it?” Ami asked her concern written all over her face.

I hung up without living a message.

“Matt, I’m not gonna lie you’re creeping my out right now.”

It’s been so long since I've heard Jimmy’s voice.

“How am I creeping you out?”

“You’re smiling and crying after calling Brian.”

“His voice mail message is him a Jimmy talking.” I said, while wiping my eyes.

“Oh, I’m sorry.” Ami said looking down.

“Me too babe.” She looked up at me and smiled before changing the topic.

“So no answer.”

“Nope. I’m fucking worried that fucking asshole.”

“So, call Zacky and get him to go check on him.”

Brian's Point of View

After shooting up I walked downstairs to try and write some songs since Matt wants to get back in the studio soon.

The sound of my doorbell stopped me in my tracks. I walked over and looked out the side window and saw Zack standing there. Now normally this is when I rushed around the house and make sure everything is put away and pull out a fake smile and try to make it seem like I’m not on dope. But I’m tired of it, they’ll probably never catch on anyway. I mean I've been doing coke and dope for a while now and they are blind and I even live next door to Zack.

I pulled back the door and I saw Zacky’s expression go from worried to astounded to sad to pissed in about twenty seconds.

Maybe I was wrong about them not figuring it out?

“What happened to you?” Zacky said as he walked into my house.

What happens now?