Your best friend, Lucifer, knocked on the door to your apartment. No answer. Strange. Lucifer shrugged and got the spare key from the wedge in the wall and unlocked the door, he'd left his textbook here after last night and needed to head to classes so he'd come to grab it.

Little did he know you were home, you were in the kitchen listening to 'Heaven was full (we're headed straight to Hell) and picking up a glass of water and a pill- an antidepressant. Lucifer had told you to never ever ever take them again. You knew you shouldn't. They gave you brief happiness before it just got worse..and worse. Not to mention you'd had addiction problems with them in the past.

Lucifer rounded the corner and his face fell.. Not those drugs again.

Lucifer: "No.. No stop! Don't take them!"

He shouted as he grabbed you hand, making you drop it on the floor