This was a therapeutic chain of events.

NINE

I felt numb, my whole body vibrated with nothing, no warmth, even the sound of my own heart beat was nothing of a comfort to me, and the knowledge that I was alive only brought misery to my already broken being.

After the man who checked Larry's pulse called the ambulance, they took him away leaving me alone again, standing there with no one to comfort me but a dog. After my tears subsided and the emptiness set in, I debated what to do with Romeo. I couldn't leave him there, all alone, so I took him to the only person I could think of. Jenny.

Jenny owned a blue great dane and a white german shepherd, I took Romeo to hers and she was happy to take him in, I left as soon as she accepted him, not wanting to talk to anyone about what happened, ever. Suddenly all the emotions that appeared after Brendon left came rushing back at full speed, the despair, the abandonment, the heartache, all pounded down on me like a thousand bricks, crushing the very soul Larry had been helping me fix.

Then the solution came in to my head, I grabbed my phone from my pocket pushing it in front of my face, the time read 9:48, if I ran I could make it just in time. My legs, which had been numb only a few moments ago, bolted in to a course of action which would lead me to my cure. The cure I had depended on for the past 3 years of my life, the only thing that had never let me down, never left me, never died or ignored me. Never betrayed me.

I saw the shadowing figure standing at the corner staring at a glaring phone screen. He saw me coming and shot me a smile, I managed one because I knew where I was going. My eyes had obviously not recovered from crying.

"Hey, are you ok? You look like you've been crying." Bono said, placing a hand on my shoulder.

"Yeah, I'm fine, let's go." I said, walking a twice my speed, If he wanted to walk in with me, he better walk quicker.

When we got in, the smell of sweat and weed blessed my lungs, I breathed it in, and felt better already. I would use this night to eradicate the feelings I had inside me. I stood in the door way ignoring all the people shoving and pushing me out the way, and headed straight for the table that held my salvation. Normally I would take in my surroundings, the people who were present and even the music playing, but tonight I didn't care, tonight was mine. And I would let no one take that from me.

I gawked at the glorious drugs staring up at me and wasting no time grabbing a small plastic bag filled with white powder, pouring all its contents on to the table, not even bothering to separate it into lines, snorting all of it, every last grain of heaven.

"Wow, easy there tiger." Bono said coming up the side of me and lighting a joint between his fingers. I smiled at him before pouring out the contents of another bag and repeating the deed, throwing my head back it ecstasy. Speaking of ecstasy, I could use some of that right about now.

Two hours into the party I couldn't feel my tongue, I don't know whether that's because of the amount of acid I've taking or how many people have shoved their own tongues down my throat. Sex was not on my mind tonight, my only love tonight was drugs, drugs, drugs, the only thing ever in my life that had stayed loyal to me.

I had never been this high on so many different things at the same time before, one minute I wanted to scream and dance on the table, then the next I wanted to fall on the couch and sleep. Someone fell into the back of me and I almost fell flat on my face, stepping forward just in time. I turned around to see a boy I recognised from school dancing with a girl. He turned to apologise to me, offering me a half empty bottle of prescription medication.

"Go nuts." He shouted, laughing at me. He didn't seem drunk at all, but I didn't care to stop and ask him. My eyes were glued to the yellow bottle in front of my eyes, the dazzling white pills that were caged inside, screaming to get out. I attempted to read the label, but that clearly went to shit, I couldn't even see my own hand in front of my face, let alone tiny black writing.

"Fuck it." I slurred to myself, before popping open the bottle and placing the first pill on my tongue, I grabbed someone else's beer can from the table and swallowed. It did nothing for me, so I took the next one, and the next one, and the next one, and the next one, till the entire yellow capsule was hollow and empty.

"Like my heart." I chuckling to myself, stumbling over to the table I bumped it to someone I knew.

"Bono!" I croaked. He didn't look that wasted, he was talking to a girl in the corner. He looked worried for me and I couldn't figure out why, was there something on my face?

"Jesus Ronnie, are you ok?" He asked holding up my head to look into my eyes.

"Swell." I slurred, raising my hand in the air, the hand that was still clutching onto the yellow bottle.

"Fuck Ronnie did you take the whole thing?" He asked grabbing my arm and snatching the bottle from my hand. I could only muster a chuckle in response.

That's when my eyes grew too heavy for their own existence, and I passed out falling to the floor with a thud, all the voices around me started to fade and I was left alone, in the quiet blackness of my own soul, finally.