He continued to stare longingly at the orange bottle that contained the sin. His hands were shaking, his head beginning to pulsate and vibrate his skull, aching. Suddenly, he grabbed his stomach and dropped the bottle on the bed next to Nicky.

He jolted into the restroom & vomited up bitter liquor and a bit of partially digested food. He swayed, feeling even more drunk than before, and turned to the sink. Shaky hands popped out his dentures & rinsed them off under the running faucet. He rinsed out his mouth, swishing the water around and spitting it out.

Staring into the mirror, he analyzed his drunk red eyes. Hot tears were still oozing down his thin face. His fingers felt around his mouth & sighed. A surge of sadness overwhelmed him like usual when he stopped to think about how he was only 34 years old and had already lost all of his teeth.

Popping his dentures back in, he slowly walked back to the bed. He tried to cover his face to stop himself from looking at the bottle of smack that laid upon the mattress. He sobbed, shaking.

Nicky rubbed his back, her eyes wide and twitching. She was tweaking like crazy considering she got ahold of 60 mgs of instant release adderall earlier that day & just recently shot up Crystal.

"I figured since I did it you'd want to..." She started, watching Layne as he peeked at her through his sweaty fingers. "Just one last time, you know?" She stammered. Her eyes wandered around the room rapidly. She scratched at her neck, looking back at him. "One last time..."

Layne's face crinkled in a mixture of sorrow and anger. He looked back down at the bottle of H again, wetting his lips. He shook his head & turned to his tweaked out girlfriend.

"Hasn't it sunk into your THICK SKULL yet that it's always going to be JUST ONE LAST TIME?!" He shouted through tears. "I know you're 26, but you state you've been an addict for quite some time. Don't you realize the fucking insanity of FUCKING UP LIKE THIS?!" He huffed, glaring back down at the prescription container. "I don't know what to fucking do now!" He exclaimed as he held up the bottle of powder, almost seeming to cradle it in his hands. He sniffled back more tears, eyeing Nicky down. "WHY DID YOU BRING THIS HERE?!"

She got up from the bed & paced around the room, her face in her hands. Her eyes were still wide, almost seeming to bulge from her face. "I...I just thought...I--"

"Jesus CHRIST, Nicky, how much fucking speed are you on?!" Layne intruded, his voice thick with disgust. "You're tweaking your ASS OFF."

She smirked & gave him a shit eating grin. "Would be great if I COULD get this ASS off!" She barked, gesturing her arms to her back side.

Layne rolled his eyes. "Don't even start with that shit, Nicky, you look GREAT. Before, you looked like a fucking ghoul, okay?! I had to close my eyes while I fucked you!!! Be happy you're attractive now!"

Her brow raised as her smirk faltered. She leaned up close to him, her lower lip quivering with disgust. "You said you loved me, yet...you couldn't even look at me during sex?!" She shrieked. She held her head & spun away from him. "I didn't realize how PIG HEADED you were! WOW!"

"Stop manipulating the situation, Nicky. I was just telling you the truth," Layne slurred, eyeing the bottle of heroin. "You basically brought me death, ignorantly believing I would appreciate it. You know that?"

She sighed, falling onto the floor, glaring up at him. She suddenly smiled, cocking her head to the side. Her little hand reached up towards the bottle of H. "I will GLADLY take it back then, k?!"

Layne flinched, holding the bottle closer to him. "So you can have it all to yourself, right?!"

She laughed. "I knew you were too weak to resist it--"

"I'M A MOTHERFUCKING HEROIN ADDICT, HOW CAN I NOT RESIST IT WHEN IT'S SPLAYED OUT RIGHT INFRONT OF ME?!!!" Layne screamed.

The couple jumped when the door to their room swung open, a tired & angry version of Jerry standing in the doorway. His light eyes widened when they landed on the orange bottle clenched in Layne's hands. He stumbled onto the bed and yanked it out of the addict's fingers. When he stood back up, he shook his head in disbelief at the both of them.

"What the heck, you guys?!" Jerry spat, his eyes as big as grapefruits. He eyed down Layne. "Did you plan this...?"

Layne gave him a look of disbelief. "NO!!!" He turned to Nicky, nodding at her. "She fucking went out and scored! Brought me back a surprise present."

Nicky sighed, rolling her eyes at her boyfriend. When she turned back to look at Jerry, her expression immediately snapped from annoyance to being completely horrified.

"WHY WOULD YOU FUCKING DO THAT?!" Jerry screamed at her. He stomped up close to her, shaking the prescription bottle of powder at her. "Do you have ANY fucking idea what THIS SHIT has done to Layne?! At all?!"

Nicky covered her face in shame, crying again. "I'm--I'm sorry--"

"SORRY DOESNT CUT IT!" Jerry continued, his eyes watering. He fell on the ground beside her, curling up to his knees & sobbing. "How could you do this to Layne? I thought you cared about him..."

"I LOVE HIM!" She screamed defensively.

Jerry glared over at Layne. He was curled up in the bed, shaking, his drunk eyes fixated on Jerry's hand that held the bottle of smack. Jerry sobbed again & covered his eyes in shame.

"If you loved him, you would know he almost DIED from this shit, Nicky! He almost died so many times from it... He's been to rehab FOURTEEN TIMES NOW! The last time, when he met you, he was at his WORST. He WOULD HAVE DIED. He only weighed NINETY FUCKING POUNDS. He lost every fucking likable trait about him for a while!" He shook the container of heroin at her again, his face crinkling with disgust and rage.  "All he was was this motherfucking bottle of JUNK. He lost all of his fucking TEETH. His family is still TERRIFIED OF HIM. He almost lost his fucking CAREER."

Nicky shook her head. Without a warning, she got up and ran down the stairs. The both of them heard the front door bang shut & the sound of a car starting.

Layne shot up from the bed, now hysterically bawling. "She...is...leaving!" He shrieked between tears. He got up from the bed, clumsily running down the hallway, only to have Jerry hear him stumble down the staircase.

Jerry ran to him. His eyes grew wide when he saw Layne at the bottom of the steps. He was caressing his head that was gushing blood. The guitarist ran down the stairs & into his restroom down the hall. He grabbed his first aid kit from the cupboard, quickly jogging back to where Layne was to fix up his wound.

"You might have a concussion...fuck..." Jerry stammered as he wrapped gauze around Layne's forehead.

"She's gone," layne blurted, his face stone cold. "She's fucking GONE!" He yelled, jumping up to only have Jerry holding him to keep his drunk ass from falling again.

Jerry sighed, helping Layne limp over to the living room and lie down on the couch. He lit & handed Layne a cigarette, disappearing into the kitchen for a moment. Layne continued to cry, listening to the grumbling sounds of Jerry's coffee maker. He didn't even acknowledge Jerry when he attempted to hand him a cup of coffee to sober up.

"You need it, L," Jerry begged him, eyeing the distraught look plastered all over Layne's face. "I want you to stay awake... I'm pretty sure you have a concussion."

Layne sighed, holding back his tears and making himself gulp down the coffee. He gagged dryly. "I think I need some water..." he croaked, setting the mug down on the coffee table and taking a drag off his cigarette.

"Yeah...you're probably dehydrated. You seriously need to chill out on the sauce, L, this is getting ridiculous," Jerry growled. He didn't even wait for his friend to respond, going back into the kitchen and coming back with a glass of water.

Layne gulped it down hungrily. His eyes woozily slanted back to look at the entrance door. "Do you think she'll come back...?"

Jerry sighed & bit his lip. "I honestly don't know, Layne."

"I want her to come back..."

"Even after she pulled that fucked up stunt?!" Jerry blurted, looking at Layne like he was insane.

Tears fell down his cheeks. "I want to help her..."

"You should be focusing on YOURSELF right now..." Jerry muttered, studying the bandage that was wrapped around Layne's head. "...not another addict. Not to mention one that relapses and basically PRESSURES you to do the same."

"I love her..." He whimpered, licking his lips hastily, eyes still on the door.

"I get that...but it doesn't mean she's good for you, Layne..."

"Oh God, please... I hope she comes back..."