You've been trying so hard to stop. You could'nt stand Price's look on his face when he found out. It just kept flashing in front of your eyes. But the urge... it was just to fucking strong. To loudto ignore.

Price noticed your absence in the morning meeting. He knew right there and then. You did it again.

Slamming his fist on your door after running through the halls to get to your room. No fucking answer. So he kicked your door in, the loud bang disturbing the silence. There he saw, you, laying on your bed. He saw the empty bottles next to you, The syringe. His heart sank as he cursed himself for not noticing earlier. He could hear his breathing loud and clear, but yours, he couldn't..