I was so happy, in fact I felt like I was floating on air. She loved me. Bette loved me. Thats what Id been waiting to hear for so long, that the love of my life still loved me. Thats all I needed to hear, was that the love of my life still loved me. Wasnt it?

That revelation was going to cure me, cure me of this addiction. After all thats why I started taking the stuff in the first place because I was lacking love in my life. Well now Id got it she, loved me. So why wasnt it enough? Why was that strange little mantra still penetrating my brain, still enticing me, stalking me in my dreams?

When will it stop? Will it ever end? I dont want this. I dont want to do this any more. I want my life back. Will someone please make it stop?

What the *****  . . .

Im not even fully conscious, Im somewhere between sleep and being awake. Thats when I see him, crouching beside my bed, his face inches from my nose.

What are you on?

What?

What are you in for? What were you taking before they brought you in here?

 I dont tell him at first Im still in shock from waking up to a stranger in my room in the middle of the night.

Cocaine, Im in for taking cocaine? Im sat bolt upright now, staring at this slight stature of a man who looks more like a ten year old than a fully grown adult.

You were shouting, you were calling out in your sleep. He says in a quiet voice, he has this angelic smile on his face, and a look that said butter wouldnt melt in his mouth.

So that gives you the right to come in to my room? I say almost shouting.

I can help you, you know. The angelic look has disappeared from his face and been replaced with one of blatant, cockiness.

What makes you think I want your help? Get the ***** out of my room. I say glaring at him.

He tugs at my sleeve, his eyes staring in to mine like he can read my mind, its as if he can hear that strange little mantra calling out to me.