Roger sat at a table that was covered in every different kind of drug he could think of. Anything he wanted to do was right there in front of him. What to do first? He thought to himself. He picked up the needle and pushed it into his arm. He let out a sigh as he felt the heroin rush through his veins. He dropped the needle and leaned back against his chair.

Roger sat up suddenly in his bed in a cold sweat. He was shaking and felt like he was going to be sick. He jumped out of bed and ran to the bathroom.

Mark opened his eyes and heard the all too familiar sounds of Roger emptying the contents his stomach in the bathroom. Mark got out of bed and walked into the bathroom, to find Roger laying on the floor next to the toilette.

"Hey" Mark bent down next to him and put his hand on his forehead. "Another user dream?"

"Yeah" Roger was shaking violently under Marks touch. "They feel so real, Mark, I feel like I just shot up." He whined as Mark picked him up off the floor. "When will they stop?" Roger asked sounding like a child looking to his mother for answers.

"Hopefully soon." Mark said as he dragged Roger into his room and laid him down on the bed.

"Mark" Roger reached up and weakly tried to grab Marks hand. "Don't leave me, please. I...I...I'm so scared."

Mark sat down and pulled Roger closer to him. He was sweating and shaking uncontrolablly. "I won't leave Rog."

Roger leaned against him and the shaking calmed down a little. This withdrawl had been harder then Mark had expected it to be. Roger had made little progress so far, he was better but it was going to be a long time before Roger was fully clean.

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Sorry this is so short but it kinda needs to be separate from the next chapter. I promise they will get longer.