(Tyler is a real person 4 this)

You where in your cheap apartment staring down at the medication bottle on your night stand. I quickly grab it and down the bottle, swallowing the small capsules inside.

You lay down on your bed and look up at the ceiling before grabbing your phone off the receiver and dialing Jack's number. You called him and started to ask about why he hasn't been at the support groups. He asked you something and it ended with your answer ; 'I have a stomach full of Xanax..'

Jack didn't want to hear your high mumble jumble so he balanced the phone over the receiver box so it wouldn't hang up.

Jack left and Tyler heard a voice, almost as if it was a mosquito buzzing in his ear. He follows it and the voice leads him to the phone. He takes it off the box slowly and listens to you. He grinned to himself and put the phone back on the box.

Tyler was now going up the stairs of some crappy apartment building. He takes one last huff of his cigarette before putting it out and going to knock on your apartment door.

You got up and went to the door before opening it. You look up at Tyler with a grin before speaking.

"You got here fast." You say before pulling him inside the apartment.

Tyler looks around and leans on your dresser as he watches the man infront of him in his hazy state.