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My name is Noah and I hate my life and I hate this shitty apartment that I live in. I have no future anymore. I'm 17 years old and I dropped out of High School to get a full time job to support myself and Cody when my parents kicked me out for being gay. I loved Cody and I loved shooting up, however Cody didn't love me when I was shooting up. He didn't understand why I did it and I didn't really expect him to. When you have a habit like mine, most people don't understand and try to get you to quit.

Eventually I got fired when I failed the surprise drug test. So that means no job and no money along with no education and no future for me. That's exactly why I started doing drugs to begin with. It's a vicious cycle that you end up having no control over. That's how I lost Cody, I promised him at least 10 times a week I would quit. It was a lie and he knew it. I would stay home all the time and steal the money he would make at the two jobs he was forced to work at so we would have a place to live.

Doing drugs is the best feeling in the world. It's like the ultimate intimate experience between you and the needle that you shoot up with. it stings when you first do it but then you start to become numb to the feeling after awhile. Sometimes I swear I can feel it going through my veins and completely taking over my body. I love to lay down in my bed with the shades down and taking deep breaths as it finally kicks in. It makes you get a hot flash for a short period of time and you get sweaty. You sweat the drug out of your system.

The day Cody left me for good was my fault. He came upstairs to take a shower and saw me sitting on the bed naked. I asked him if he wanted to have sex with me and he agreed. In the middle of it, right as I was entering him I reached over to the nightstand next to the bed and grabbed one of my needles, I wanted to have both of them at the same time. Cody wasn't happy with this and he shoved me off of him and started throwing his clothes in a bag.

I tried to get Cody back but he told me that I lost him the day I started shooting up. I tried to quit for the sake of Cody coming back but I couldn't do it. I tried for 2 days and my whole body was shaking from the withdrawal. I couldn't sleep or eat. I just buried my face under my sheets and cradled myself while I shook the whole damn time. My eyes were bloodshot and I looked like shit. So, I figured that since Cody wasn't coming back at this point I would just start up again. I already lost everything and everyone that mattered to me in life.

So now, I'm sitting here in an apartment with no water, heat or electricity. I haven't paid the rent since Cody left because I don't have a job and I'm not even stable enough to have a job at this point. I attempted to find Cody and I found out that he was staying with Gwen and they were together. Apparently he did love me nearly as much as I thought he did. I have no money for drugs either so my shaking is starting up again and I have nothing left to live for. That leads us to this exact moment right now.

Cody I needed you and you couldn't even bother to try to help me. I can't say that I blame you, I'm more hurt that you moved on as quickly as you did, especially for a girl who wouldn't give you the time of day not even two years ago. I wish I could have quit that habit and I also wish that I didn't make you get disowned by your family for being with me. It's been great and I'm sure your parents will take you back now that you're dating Gwen.

I also want to say fuck you to Blaineley. Seriously, I spent maybe 3 days with her at the playa when she offered me what would be the first time that I had ever shot up. She wanted a 'Druggie Buddy' and I happened to be around. I forgot one factor: She was rich and could actually afford this habit. The first few hits are always free!

Well this is the point where I'm going to have to say goodbye Cody and I'll always love you and you know I don't believe in the afterlife but I know you do, so let's hope your right and we all turn into ghosts and go to Heaven. If that's the case I'll be going there and if not, my body will be decomposing in the ground. By the time you read this you'll already have found my body in a pool of blood with the note on top of it, which means that right now the public is about to know everything and Chris Mclean will most likely be sued by my greedy family who is going to pretend they care that I'm dead and everyone from the show will be whoring themselves out on every news channel they can get on.

I'm assuming that the person who finds my body is going to be my landlord who is only here to collect my unpaid rent, Richard I'm sorry I left blood all over the carpet. Please call Cody's cell phone number 709-2654 and tell him that he can come and get his ugly couch that he wanted so badly, he can deal with the semen stains I purposely left on them out of spite it's the least I could do to pay him back for selling his comics for even more drugs, Yes Cody that's why I refused to let you take them with you when you wanted to leave, I already sold them you asshole! I didn't know how to tell you!

Good Riddance,

Noah.

Bam! That came outta fucking nowhere. So, what do you guys think? I'm not sure if I want to make a Cody chapter and call it a two shot. I honestly don't have any reason for writing this except that I actually knew people who did drugs? I knew someone who had a relationship like this only they didn't kill themselves, they just got really addicted and lost all their friends and dropped out of school, got married and moved out of state. I wasn't even close with this person. So, if you guys want I'll post Cody's reaction.