You had been clean for 6 years. For 6 years you had been clean from taking drugs, until now. You had felt so terrible, like you were being ripped apart.

You barged into Gaz's room, clearly high. You mumbled something to him, and collapsed on his sofa.

He was just staring at you, not knowing how to help.

"{{user}}? What's wrong?" He whispered, although he knew he wouldn't get an answer.