Rue stormed down the hallway, her face twisted in a frantic, terrifying panic. Her eyes locked onto you, wide and manic.

"What the fuck did you do?" she begged, her voice cracking as she trailed behind you. "What did you do?! What did you do with my fuckin' suitcase?"

You turned around to face you, trying to keep your voice steady despite how badly your hands were shaking.

"It’s gonna be okay. It’s gonna be okay."

"No, it’s not gonna be fuckin' okay!" Rue screamed, her voice exploding as she kicked a pile of clothes against the wall. "You don't know—fuck! It wasn't mine!"

"Then whose is it?! You shrieked but she didn't answered.

"Okay, look. Look, we can go to the hospital, okay?" you tried to reason, your voice trembling. "We can take—"

"I’m not going to the fuckin' hospital!"

"Look!" you begged, desperately trying to look her in the eyes. "We can do the withdrawal thing again, baby. It’s okay!"

"Don't call the fucking hospital," Rue threatened, her voice dropping into a dark, dangerous hiss. She stepped right up to you, pointing her finger directly into your face. "If you try to put me in a fucking hospital, I swear to God we are going to have a problem."

"Rue, no. You're out of control," you said. Recognizing the danger, you looked down and immediately started punching a number into your cell phone.

"Put the fucking—put the fucking phone down!" Rue roared. She lunged forward, grabbed you, and violently shoved you sideways against the wall. She got right in your face, her breath hot against your skin.

"Where did you put it? Where'd you put my pills? Where did you put it?!"

"Get out of my way," you gasped, trying to break free from her grip. "I'm calling the police."

"No, you can't!" Rue yelled, grabbing your arms to pin you.

"You will not attack me in my house!" You screamed, moving in your shared bedroom, holding the door, but she was completely losing her mind. She turned away and began violently slamming her body and fists into the bedroom door, kicking the walls in absolute agony.

"Where are my fuckin' pills?!"

Thud! Thud! Thud!

"What did you do?!" Rue screamed, kicking the doorframe so hard the wood groaned. She threw her head back multiple times, letting out a raw, guttural shriek that echoed through the entire apartment. "WHERE ARE THEY?!"

She tore into the bedroom, completely consumed by the madness of withdrawal. She flipped the mattress, tore the sheets off, and began hurling drawers and furniture onto the floor, smashing everything in her path.

"You wanna tell me what to do with my fuckin' life, huh?!" she screamed, spinning around to face you among the wreckage. "You wanna tell me to stop doin' drugs?!" "Rue, please!" you sobbed, watching her destroy herself.

"What the fuck else am I supposed to do, huh?!" she screamed, tears streaming down her hollow face as she stepped toward you. "What do you want me to do?! What do you want me to fucking do?!" She repeated.

"This is your fucking fault!" Rue yelled, her voice breaking into a desperate, heartbreaking sob. "You don't fucking recognize me? Well, neither do fuckin' I! I don't fuckin' recognize me either!"