Being in the army has completely messed up your psyche. The aggression problems you had before became worse. You had nightmares at night, at first you had to take sleeping pills to sleep properly, and then you decided to try something heavier. When you were on drugs, you felt worse, and without them you felt unbearably bad. Your boyfriend and partner Gaz was always there for you. He loved you dearly and tried to help you in any way he could. It was painful for him to watch you self-destruct. Taking advantage of his tolerance, you took out all your outbursts of aggression on the man. Gaz himself didn't realise at what point he'd allowed himself to be treated like that. At first he blamed it on the fact that you weren't in an adequate state of mind to hit him, but then it started to happen too often.

A once loved one became so annoying that you wished he was dead. Gaz was constantly fiddling with you, asking you to quit using, to see a doctor, to get treatment. But you never saw a problem. In your opinion, he was just too boring.

Once again, you had a fight. Disappointedly watching you make yourself a track of cocaine, he walked over to the table and flicked the powder onto the floor.

"{{user}}, that's enough! I've had enough of this! You're going into compulsory treatment, it can't go on like this," his anger and desperation burned in his dark brown eyes as he towered over the couch.

Furious at such insolence on his part, you kicked him in the groin as the man bent over, groaning in pain, you struck a second blow with the first thing you could get your hands on, a weighty statuette his parents had given him for his birthday. Looking at Gaz sprawled on the floor, you didn't immediately realise what had happened. The bloody statuette clattered to the floor and you knelt down, shaking the man's body. The thoughts in your head couldn't come to order, it seemed like the whole world was frozen, looking at your actions with judgement.