A/N: Yay people reviewed! Thanks so much hope you do it again, every 10 reviews like before and an update? Sound good? So many views and favorites yet so little reviews, don’t be punks hahah! Oh yes and just remember Rory is Skag. You’ll notice his name can go back and worth when he’s around Jacey.

“Get the fuck away from me!” Jacey shouted at the helpless nurse who had only tried to adjust his pillows. His bare feet, cut with blisters and sores from walking around without shoes whenever and wherever he wanted, kicked at her from the end of the bed. His black skinny jeans had ridden up some to show his bare ankles.

“I was only trying to fix your pillow so your head wouldn’t—.”

“Fuck off!” he barked at her, his teeth snapping tightly as he gave her a death glare. Her brown hair that fell from her messy bun was huffed from her face as she placed her hands on her hips.

“I don’t know why you’re acting up because of a pillow change; wait till we have to give you medicine.” She said right back. If he wanted to be difficult then she would be it right back.

Here he was barely recovering from an overdose, eyes red with gray rings underneath them, and a body as pale and frail as death itself and he was the one arguing with her.

“You’re not touching me. I’m leaving.” He said to her face. His hair was just as messy as hers.

“Now.” He said, and tried hopping up from the bed.

“Stay still. Assistance! Assistance!” she yelled holding down his shoulder blades. For someone who was supposed to be weak and half dead he put up a hell of a fight.

Peter heard the shouts, and saw the nurses running into the room that his friend had been admitted to.

Sighing, he got up and followed.

“Let go! Let go!” Jacey shouted, laughing at the same time. It was all a game to him; it was all amusing, them trying to control him. Them thinking that they could control HIM.

His black eyes met with Peter’s as he came into the room and he laughed even harder.

“Tell them to fuck off, Pete!” he asked. His eyes widened as he saw them grab straps and buckle him down to the bed. “Hey! Hey!” he yelled at the doctor.

“What do you think you’re doing?” Jacey demanded coldly.

The doctor looked at Peter. “His arm is infected. He needs antibiotics.”

“Any drug you give me won’t do shit.” Jacey muttered, rolling his eyes and relaxing his head against the pillow. He was tired of fighting at the moment, well he’d let them think that and then he’d throw a surprise attack. He took a deep breath feeling his heart speed up.

Peter made a face at the growing mess on his friend’s arm, too many needles, too much chaos.

“Yeah,” he said, and looked at Jacey. “You need to calm down,”

Jacey gave him a crooked grin, and licked his bottom lip slowly. “You like telling me what I need to do. I need to get out of here. I’m not staying here anymore.”

“You’re lucky to fucking be living right now.” Peter hissed. “You could have died back there and all you care about is getting out of the one place that you’re the safest at.”

Jacey’s slender chest heaved as he laughed. “They can’t save me, you know that. I have to save them and right now I don’t feel like it.”

“You need their meds. Let them at least,” Peter glanced at the arm again shivering. “Fix it a little.”

Jacey stared at him. Peter was one of the few people whose opinions he listened to, or who mattered at least. He smirked that devilish smile, and closed his eyes.

He let all his limbs go and just lay there. One of the nurses panicked at first thinking that he had died she happened to admire his music and his looks even if he was this difficult to help.

“It’s kind of like I’m God right now, you know? Laying here on the cross as the world persecutes me.” Jacey said to no one in particular with closed eyes.

Peter rolled his eyes. Comments like that didn’t bother him anymore. He was sure that Jacey thought he was God in some way.

“I’ll be outside, Jace.”

“God,” Jacey replied.

“What?” Peter asked.

“Call me God. That’s my name today.”

“Right,” Peter said.

As he walked to the door the doctor stopped him whispering that they think they need to give Jacey a psychiatric evaluation.

“You can try but he’s gonna find a way to cheat it,” Peter looked at him. “Jacey finds a way to cheat everything.”

“You can’t cheat this. It’s obvious that he needs help.”

Peter could only smile. “You can go ahead and try and give God an evaluation he’ll only tell you that you need to be saved.”

When Peter got back to the waiting room, the others were too tired to ask what had happened, not that they cared anymore. They were all use to this shit. Did that make them somewhat insane too; the fact that they followed Jacey and got used to antics like this? Overdosing was nothing big to them. He’d done it many times, the public knew this, and the press knew it and they loved it.

They despised it yet they kept asking for more and that’s what Jacey would give them- MORE.

As Peter sat down in his chair with a big sigh, he needed a cigarette. He had noticed that guy from the show who had followed them here. Jacey was completely out of it right now, and Peter just didn’t like the way this so called dedicated fan looked, thinking that Jacey was actually his friend

“Look, I don’t know what you’re even doing here. I don’t even know who you are, okay?” Peter said to him.

The guy looked up at him with his large brown eyes.

“What?”

“I mean, are you looking for money or something? We don’t have any. Or are you a reporter looking for a story because then you can just get out. Jacey’s too fucked up for you, alright? Take my advice and leave while you can.”

“I’d rather not.” The guy replied back, his voice was young, innocent and he looked it but he was probably almost nineteen or so.

Peter just looked at him with narrowed eyes. “Jacey does this all the time. He finds people, he names them in this stupid story of his, he claims to give them a new life and then he destroys them. He lives in his own world. Jacey is his own world. Go live in yours, not his. It’s all just a game to him.” Peter advised and got up to go smoke.

Rory sat there thinking, so Peter wasn’t an asshole at all, nope, he was just jealous. That’s exactly what it was in Rory’s mind. But maybe he was right; there was no reason for him to be here, he’d be lucky if Jacey even recognized him.

With a heavy heart he dragged himself up from the chair and went to call for a cab.

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Rory came home to a very awkwardly quiet apartment, he shared it with his two other friends, if you could call them that. They all used to be best friends; this was their dream to live in a cute little apartment in the middle of Williamsburg. It was a place where their artistic minds could create and imagine.

Ruby was still in fashion school, and doing an internship where she even got paid. She was the mature one, the bossy one, and the logical one.

Timmy was hardly ever there, constantly partying in the Brooklyn hipster clubs, meeting wannabe celebrities living in a world that they created for had always admired him and that’s why he took the chance of going to the show that night to see some band, and happened to meet the person that he’d been waiting forever for.

After he took a quick shower he instantly went to his laptop and searched anywhere and everywhere for things relating to Jacey. He needed to do research, he wanted to know all that he could about this person, this being that was so far ahead of everyone on this planet that Rory had no choice but to be a part of his life.

He’d force himself into it if he had to.

“Glad to see that you decided to come home and join everybody else,” Ruby said from the door. Her curly brown hair was in sloppy braids that hung off her shoulders. The eyes underneath her large glasses were sending waves of anger to Rory as he lay on his stomach on top of his bed looking at his laptop.

“Yeah, sorry about that,” he said not even looking at her as he found new information on his idol.

“Where did you even go? You just disappeared and didn’t say a fucking word. I called you so many times,” Ruby crossed her arms. “I was worried about you.”

Rory looked over at her hearing the fear in her voice and feeling guilty.

“I’m sorry, honest, but,” he licked his lips and couldn’t hide the smile. “I met him, Rub. Jacey. I meet him, in the bathroom.” He explained.

She rolled her eyes. “So?”

“So? So?!” he repeated. She didn’t understand, how could someone like her understand what he was feeling, what it was like to be in the presence of Jacey.

“He’s amazing, the things that come out of his mouth, it’s like, I dunno. I wish that I could speak like that.”

She knew he was an insomniac and all that but he could at least pick up after himself somewhat while living here.

“Didn’t he like overdose on stage? Did he die?”

“No!” Rory shouted, and then cleared his throat awkwardly. It was just that the thought of Jacey dying before he got to know him frightened him.

“He’s fine. I was at the hospital waiting.”

“You don’t even know him, Rory. He’s crazy. You’ve seen the press, you’ve just really listened to his music, and you don’t know anything about him.”

“I will,” Rory whispered scrolling down the page and blocking her words out. So he might be a little late, that didn’t matter with Jacey, time didn’t matter with him.

“He’s insane, like legally. The only reason why they let him roam around is because he’s hot and they want to get his story that’s all, they have nothing better to do.”

“Everything he says is like a novel, like words right out of one. He lives in a novel, my novel. He chooses his words so carefully, he thinks about everything he says as if he is constantly writing.” Rory whispered to himself.

“Are you even listening to me?!”

“No,” Rory said honestly.

Ruby took a loud breath. “I hope you’re not becoming obsessed. Timmy said you’ve been on for hours.”

“Yeah well Timmy can fuck himself.”

“You need a job, Rory. You can’t mourn forever.”

“I just got out of school, chill out. And I can mourn however long I want.” He said back.

“It was just a dog! You didn’t even lose a real person!” It’d been weeks since Rory’s dog had died and he had taken it really hard, Ruby personally thought it was ridiculous but it wasn’t her business. But now it was getting dumb, Rory was using it as an excuse not to get a job she knew it.

“I’ve had that dog since I was five.”

Ruby rolled her eyes again. “Your rent is coming up, get a fucking job.” was all she said before she walked out.

Rory flicked her off and spent even more hours researching the computer. Jacey really was crazy, he’d been all over. Rory read, memorized, believed the lyrics that were all written from Jacey’s mind and then he listened to the words on his ipod.

Jacey was a genius.

His band Liberation had been even more popular after Jacey had picked up drugs, yet he had disappointed many fans at the same time. Some either hated him for what he was all about, the drugs, the mess, the clothes, or lack of. Or they thought he was an artist, a true genius of his time with the lyrics that he created, the ideas that he came up with, the paintings he made.

Jacey was disrupted, he was a puzzle with pieces that you would never find but would spend years searching for and Rory wanted to find them all.

It took him a long time to find where Jacey lived online but he got it, he was just that great. He was meant to be apart of Jacey’s life. And he could hardly sleep for those five hours until he went to the address, he didn’t live far.

It was this nice apartment in Williamsburg that he supposedly kept all his great things at, but hardly ever stayed there. He roamed and slept wherever the night took him. Rumor had it that he was at the Williamsburg apartment getting better from his overdose, meaning he was released just like he had wanted.

Rory knew that he had to go there fast, he just knew that with Jacey things changed fast, and he needed to be ahead a step or two to keep up with him.

It took him awhile to figure out what to wear because he didn’t want to look stupid or too forced for him, not that Jacey would probably even notice.

He resulted to skinny jeans, with a plain gray shirt v neck shirt. Okay so it wasn’t something special but he figured simple was better, right?

As he got to the apartment building, a guy he assumed was a security guard stood at the entrance.

“May I help you?”

“Uh, yeah, I’m a friend of Jacey. I’m here to see him.” Rory said nervously.

The guard laughed. “Just like everybody else. He’s not expecting any friends.”

“No really. I have to see him. Tell him that Skag is here.” Rory said. The guard just stood there giving him a dull look. “Please, it’s important. Do you want to be the guy that got fired over something as stupid as not even asking him if he knew a name?” he said.

The guard did nothing.

“Look I’ll give you fifty dollars, just ask him.”

The guard smirked, and held out his hand. Rory licked his lips.

“Okay, I don’t have fifty dollars, but, but, I’m begging here.” He asked with pleading eyes. “

The guard said nothing. Rory groaned and reached into his wallet.

“All I have is thirty,” he offered.

The guard shrugged, usually there wasn’t anything he was willing to take but the guy looked desperate and looked like the type that would come back with a gun if he didn’t get his way.

He rang up Jacey who answered after the fourth ring.

“What?” he panted, he was obviously doing something time consuming and Rory felt his stomach drop, was he really doing this? What if Jacey got mad at him for interrupting? What if he didn’t even know him, or care?

“Skag is here.” The guard said.

Rory bit down on his lip hard waiting for an answer.

“Send it up,” Jace replied quickly.

“Guess it’s your lucky day, kid.” The guard said and sent him through. Rory walked up the stairs that seemed to go on forever. The place was real nice, it was clear that Jacey’s parents probably paid for this apartment and got it constantly cleaned for the area that he was in. They might have gotten him one in Manhattan but he refused.

Rory cleared his throat and straightened out his shirt before knocking on the door to his new life. Too bad he had to knock about three times before Jacey finally shouted on the other end that the door was opened.

Rory turned the knob slowly, feeling the turns of all the notches inside of the knob turn to let him inside.

When he walked inside he had expected it to be a little clean and nice compared to the halls of his other neighbors but not for Jacey.

The room looked it had once been clean but Jacey had taken over in just a couple hours, throwing furniture around and leaving beers, foil paper, lighters and cigarettes all over the floor.

Rory didn’t really have time to walk inside completely before Jacey’s dirty hand was right in his face, Rory’s eyes crossed as he looked down at it palm up.

“Um,” Was all Rory could say as he looked up at Jacey’s eyes. He couldn’t believe that he was actually here with him, near him, apart of him.

Jacey had on a blood red, thin V neck shirt and black tight pants that really showed how slender and tall he was, maybe 6’. An old brown fedora was on his head tilted backwards slightly as it covered the top of his ratty long brown hair.

“Skag?” he asked- his hand shaking as it was pushed closer to Rory’s face.

“I-I don’t, my name. You named me Skag, remember?” Rory asked unsure.

Jacey bit the corner of his lip, his jaw grinding side to side as he looked into his soul.

“I gave you that name?”

“Yeah, like two days ago.” He said, hoping that he’d remember. Please make him remember. Jacey narrowed his eyes.

“So you don’t have skag?”

“No,” he answered.

Jacey’s ribs exhaled as he took in a deep breath dropping his hand. “Do you have a marker?”

“A marker…?” Rory asked.

“Yes! A marker! Why do you keep making me repeat myself?! Do you have a fuckin’ marker or not?” he yelled.

“No, sorry,” Rory whispered, taken aback. This Jacey was different from the other night, but that should have been expected, he had many faces as the people said online.

“Right, right, right…!” Jacey screamed and turned around on his heels, walking into the room. Rory started to follow when Jacey lifted up a long arm.

“Take your shoes off.”

“What?”

“Shoes off!” he shouted. “You better fucking start listening to me because I’m getting tired of repeating myself.”

“Sorry,”

“And don’t say sorry, sorry is for weak people.” Jacey said walking around the room looking for a marker and muttering who knows what to himself.

Rory looked at the king sized bed that had a white comforter on it unmade of course. As he looked around he jumped back when he saw the girl in the corner. He didn’t even know she was there, she hadn’t made a sound. Then again she didn’t exactly look…alive.

She was really pale, a broken doll curled up in the corner in only her underwear. Of course a poke of jealously went through him as he thought of Jacey and her having sex. He didn’t want anybody else touching Jacey.

Suddenly Jacey was in front of him, eyes wide with large glasses that had no lens anymore.

“Do you have a car?”

“Yeah,”

“Good. On we go!” Jace commanded, grabbing a black jacket and going out the door with Rory in tow.

“Where are we going?” Rory asked as they got into his car. Everything was happening so fast, it excited him and made him nervous all at once.

Jacey had hardly said anything to him and yet he was allowing him to control him this way? It was all quite interesting actually, that someone could have this sort of power.

“To get something, now hurry up. I hope you drive fast.” He said and adjusted the radio. When he didn’t seem to find anything that he liked, he turned it off and lit up a cigarette just giving off directions as to when to turn and what not.

Rory didn’t know what to say to him. He had thought of so many things at his apartment and now that he was really here he couldn’t think of anything at all.

It didn’t take Rory long to figure out that Jacey was looking at him now, studying him behind those odd glasses.

“Are you sure I know you?”

“Yeah, we met in the bathroom, before you overdosed.” Rory explained, glancing at him as he drove.

Jacey smirked. “Bathroom… Did you try and give me a blowjob?”

Rory laughed, maybe if he knew who he was he would have. “No.”

“Why not? Turn left.”

“Why not?” Rory shrugged. “I dunno.”

Jacey took a long puff. “People always give me blowjobs in the bathroom.” He said, and threw the cig out.

Rory was reminded of that girl, Mina who was attempting to do just that but failing.

“And I named you Skag?”

“Yeah, do you remember now?”

“Nope,” Jacey said. “Skag,” he added with a smirk that Skag wished he could kiss right off his face. His eyes happened to glance down at Jacey’s arm though.

“That looks infected,” Skag said referring to his arm. Jacey didn’t even blink while staring at him. It was making Skag nervous but Jacey let him keep doing it.

“Are you a doctor, Skag?”

“No.”

“Then how do you know it’s infected?”

Skag made a face. “It’s like, all pus.”

“Like I said, are you a doctor?”

“No.”

“Okay, so shut the fuck up!” he shouted, alarming Skag. “Pull up over here.” He demanded. Skag looked at the time; they had been driving for two hours. “Do you have any money?”

“I have five dollars.” He offered. Jacey groaned.

“Whatever,” he snatched the money and got out. “Come on.” He called.

Skag got out of his car, following carefully, this was most definitely a bad area, a scary area at that. The place they were about to go into was broken down, abandoned, maybe an old whorehouse once. Skag made sure to stay close to Jacey even though he doubted he’d come to his rescue if something happened.

Outside the building stood a rather large man, with twitching eyes, blocking the entrance. Skag wasn’t quite sure why he’d be blocking it, it wasn’t like anybody would want to willing go inside there.

His bald head nodded up at Jacey and then he glared at Skag.

“I don’t want any of your freaky ass friends in here,”

Jacey smiled. “It’s okay, he’s cool, he’s a virgin and his name is Skag, convenient right?” he said. Skag admired how he seemed to always be so believable.

The guy nodded and let them in.

“I’m not a virgin.” Skag whispered to him as they walked in. Jacey either chose to ignore him or didn’t hear him, Skag was sure it was the first.

Skag stayed in the background as he watched Jacey go to the guy that looked like he was running the shots, he knew what they were here for- they could only be in a place like this for one reason.

Syphilis or drugs- Which do you think they got?

Jacey’s whole body, his whole being seemed to lighten up when he got what he had come for and he literally sat on the decaying floor opening up one of two gram bags, he grabbed a cardboard on the floor and laid it on his lap.

Skag kept his eyes on him until he felt someone staring hard at him; hesitantly he looked up and saw the dealer who was just sitting there in his chair behind a shitty desk glaring at him.

“Jacey? I don’t like the way your friend is looking at me.” The dealer said, his dark hair making shadows on his face.

Skag looked to the ground, swallowing.

Jacey looked up from the floor with these childlike wide eyes.

“My friend…? I don’t know him.”

“You don’t know him?” the dealer asked, his back going up now.

Skag’s heart raced and he looked at Jacey with surprised eyes. Jacey only stared at him blankly biting along the gram bag opening.

“He’s a cop.” Jacey blurted as an afterthought suddenly.

“What?” Skag shouted.

“A cop?” The dealer asked getting to his feet, the two guys beside him stood up straight now, following their leader. “You’re a cop?”

“No! No I’m not a cop! Jacey! Tell them I’m not a cop!” he said, scared as shit now.

Jacey looked up at the dealer and his friends with eyes as serious as ever. “He’s a cop.”

“Tell the truth! I’m not a cop!” Skag shouted, about to piss his pants now because the dealer was moving closer to him looking back and forth between him and Jacey.

“He is, he’s all wired up and shit, you should check him.” Jacey said after he snorted up a thick line. He had to test it out first, just to make sure it was good shit.

“What?” Skag screamed.

The dealer’s friend pulled out a knife, snapped it open, and told him to take his shirt off.

“Okay, okay!” Skag said, panting. He lifted off his shirt. “See, see,” he rubbed along his stomach and chest circling around. “No wires, I’m not a cop. I’d have to tell you if you asked anyway right?”

“Does it look like I’d give a shit? You look like a liar. I fucking hate liars.” The dealer said. “I don’t see any wires, Jace.”

“Check his pants, they’re all over him.”

“What? Stop lying to them!” he said to Jacey who really did see all this as a joke.

“I’m not the liar here, mister officer man.” Jacey saluted him and wrapped up his gram bags.

“Take off your pants,” the dealer ordered.

“W-what?” he asked again.

“Take off your goddamn pants.” He repeated pushing the knife closer to his face. Skag’s eyes watered, and yes he was going to cry, yes he was going to embarrass himself and break down because he honestly thought that they were gonna cut him. He did exactly what they told him to do and undid his pants with haste.

“Everything,” the guy said nodding to his boxers, and yes he dropped them too with salty tears running down his face. Jacey titled his head up at him and giggled to himself, then hopped up from the floor easily.

“I don’t wanna shoot up here,” he announced, and began to walk to the entrance.

Skag was literally broken. He wasn’t even sure if he had pissed himself or not but he was damn close to it.

“Are you coming?” Jacey asked pausing in his steps.

Skag pulled up his tight jeans, never making eye contact with any of them and walked out. He didn’t know how he could ever explain that situation to anyone in his entire life and he didn’t think that he ever would.

“You should man up,” Jacey said to him as they got into the car.

Skag held both his hands on the steering wheel, clenching tightly.

“Why did you do that? You knew that I wasn’t a cop.”

“No I didn’t. I knew you weren’t a doctor but a cop, we never discussed.” He said clearly repeating what their conversations had been about.

“They could have killed me,” Skag said with a broken voice.

“No, you would have killed yourself.” Jacey said.

Skag didn’t have the strength or the knowledge to try and argue with him. It had only been a few hours that he was in Jacey’s presence and he had felt like he had almost died twice.

“Are you coming home with me?” Jacey suddenly asked as a whisper. He was staring out the window as he spoke to him.

“Do you want me to?” Skag decided to reply with, he was proud of himself to come up with such a suave line to say.

Jacey smirked, never looking away from the window.

“Yeah,” he said and that was all Skag needed for reassurance.

When they got back to the apartment, Jacey hadn’t said a word to him, his mind only on a one track listing at the moment. He wanted to be high; he wanted to be released into another world. This one was getting old for the time being.

Skag stood there awkwardly, watching him do his ritual that had become second nature to him. Jacey did it all so fast that Skag wasn’t even sure if he could remember the steps if he wanted to do it himself.

There was foil, there was a lighter, there was a strap, there was a needle, there was an injection, there was a smile and then there was Jacey lying back against his bed head with a smile of bliss across his mouth.

Skag had watched him, and waited, hoping that Jacey would say something to him, something intellectual, something not from this world, but he said nothing. He just sat there with eyes hooded

“I’m not gonna die tonight,” Jacey had whispered as Skag found a comfortable spot on the floor to cuddle up in. He was going to mimic that barely alive girl in the corner, who happened to still be there by the way.

“What?” Skag asked and then shook his head; he really did need to stop asking Jacey to repeat himself.

“I was planning on dying tonight,”

“Why?”

Jacey’s eyes fluttered, begging to be shut as his mind and body traveled to another place and didn’t know when it would be back.

“I dunno. I just, tonight was the night.”

“Well I’m glad that you didn’t.” Skag whispered and he truly meant that.

“Yeah, me either, you’re here now, Skag. You’ll save me.” He laughed barely.

“I’ll save you.” Skag repeated to himself.

“No, no you won’t,” Jacey said, his fingers on his right hand twitching. “I’ll destroy you by then,” he promised.

Thanks for the Cowardly Lion betaing!

Thanks to:

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