Adam's P.O.V.
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I need it. I need it so much.
The bottle is almost empty.
Uhhhh. I need it very badly.
I took the last pill I had. Nobody will notice. I can ask Brad to me up some.
I should go to the bar.
"Adam!" I heard someone say.
"What?"
"I have been knocking in the door forever. Luckily it wasn't locked."
"What do you want Neil?"
"Nothing, just making sure your not dead. You need help. By the way. The guys are coming, so yeah."
I grabbed my guitar.
"Adam, are you still taking them?" I ignored the question.
"Adam, why are you doing this to yourself? You're killing yourself."
And there was another knock on the door.
"Come in." said Neil.
I needed somebody to talk to. I needed people.
I needed Oxy.
"Guys, I am just going to go to the bar." please.
"No, we have to work on this new album."
"I have music in there." I pointed to my book. "See you later."
I couldn't get my mind off of her.
I was such a fucking dick.
I made her leave.
This is what fucking Oxy has done to me.
I never should have taken it.
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Leaving the bar, feeling no better at all.
Just another girl, some more drinks, they do nothing.
As I walked across the street, I saw somebody leaning against the side of a building, panting.
It's 1:07 am who the fuck is out this late?
As I got closer, I noticed it was a girl, she was out of breathe and looking dizzy. As i got close enough to her I knew she looked familiar.
"Ariel?" but passed out before she should answer.
