Addicted- {Don't You Remember?}

I could have let him help. I could have just stopped running my mouth right there. We could have talked about it. Let him help me so I could get better and find a new job. But my anger was too strong and the cravings for the oxy made me want to scream.
"Ghost, get the hell out of my face,"
Ghost did nothing for a few moments. I couldn't look away from him. That really did come out of nowhere. Suddenly, I wanted to take it all back. I wanted to flush all my pills down the toilet. I wanted to fix myself. Fix our friendship.
Fix our brotherhood.
"Those drugs changed you man," Ghost shook his head, "Call me when you're actually capable of having a conversation,"

Little did they know that they would never talk again.