I found myself in a dark, cramped, stuffy apartment. I turned around to find that I wasn't alone.

"So this is where you live, huh?"

"Yep, welcome to my humble abode!" I called out in a slurred, overly upbeat voice.

'I'm drunk? No, it's not that...' I thought through the hazy blur of colors and shadows.

"Are you ok? You're acting... I don't know, sort of weird." I stumbled suddenly and fell into a pair of strong, warm arms.

"There is definitely something wrong. Are you sick? Did you hit your head? Or are you just that high?" The questions went from concerned to angry, which inexplicably made ME angry.

"That's none of your business, besides, you're the one who left to become a big-shot lawyer." I answered coldly, and attempted to cross my arms angrily and walk into the cluttered kitchen, but ended up tripping over my feet. I landed on the counter and slid to the floor, suddenly so very tired.

He walked towards me, crouched down, and reached for my face. I flinched slightly, remembering his cross tone of voice.

His hand withdrew slightly, then continued to lift my chin up so that I was forced to look into his icy blue eyes.

"Are you really scared that I'm going to hit you?" The hurt in his voice and eyes killed me. It ripped my insides apart when I remembered the promise he made when we were fifteen.

"I would never hit you, I promise."

"I-no..." I struggled to form a better reply through the fog clouding my head. "You promised you wouldn't."

"Well, at least you aren't completely in the sky. What have you been taking?" He shook his head smiling then returned to a serious expression.

"Um... LSD? Probably cocaine, heroin maybe... I don't really remember..." I wasn't trying to be funny, I honestly could not identify the different drugs I had been taking in the past few days. All I knew is that I took a lot.

His nose crinkled in disgust. "How could you turn into this? I thought that you despised hippies and junkies. At least that's what you always said."

"Well, they aren't that bad. Just up in their own world. Up in MY own world... You wanna try some? I think I have some acid left over."

He was about to say something when someone knocked on the door. It was a peculiar way of knocking, like a pattern almost.

Well. Hello, after like 5 years. Hehe. That one's my fault.

Um so... This is gonna be the last chapter of Stand With Me as far as I know.

I know, I'm giving up. Sorry.

I first started writing this when my head wasn't in a very good place, and I don't think starting it again would be very beneficial to my mental health.

BUT. I've been thinking of something else... Another story.

I will be coming back to this and editing it, adding/removing things and whatnot. Just not anytime soon. Hehehe.

Anyways, that's about it. Watch out for my new story that will be coming out, which will be a lot more developed and less of just something I spontaneuosly came up with.

~**IMPORTANT-ISH**~

My new story will be on Wattpad and FictionPress.

IT IS NOT A FANFIC.

K thx bye :)

:)))

~ A.