"Man Pete. I'm getting worried about Davy. He's either hyped up, or really nasty these days. It's like the old Davy doesn't exist anymore." Micky sighed.
"I know man. So where is he?" Peter asked.
"He's at the theater. Mike's at the store."
"Come upstairs with me." Peter said.
"Why?"
"To search through Davy's things. I'd hate to invade his privacy like this but I don't know what else to do!" Peter cried.
"I hear you. Come on." Micky said heading for the stairs.
The two entered the bedroom. Peter began to search through Davy's pockets. Micky grabbed Davy's journal.
"What are you doing? We're not up here to find out about Davy's lastest romance!"
"I know that! I'm reading to see if he wrote about drugs." Micky said.
"Oh. Sorry."
"It's okay. I know you're worried." Micky replied.
"Do you see anything?"
"Micky really got on my nerves today!' Hey!" Micky whined.
"You can't get mad about anything you read." Peter said.
"Sorry Pete. I can't find anything about drugs. Although it's been awhile since he updated this thing."
Peter ran a hand under Davy's bed. He was shocked, but not surprised by what he found. A half empty bottle of pills.
"Man, Davy why?! Why would you do this to yourself?!" Micky yelled.
"I wanted to be wrong. I knew I was right but I wanted to be wrong." Peter muttered.
"What are you guys doing?" a voice demanded.
"What are you doing?" Micky demanded as he held up the bottle of pills.
Davy's face drained of all color. "Nothing."
"Nothing? These don't look like nothing!"
"How long Davy?" Peter asked.
"None of your business!"
"It is our business when our best friend is messing with drugs! Now how long!?" Micky yelled.
"I started a few days after I got in the play. You guys worry too much! I know what I'm doing!" Davy protested.
"You have know idea." Peter sighed.
"Yes I do. Give me my pills."
"No."
"Yes!" Davy yelled.
"NO!"
"Give me my pills! They're mine! I need them!" Davy yelled.
"No!"
"I'll stop taking them after the play! Now give them to me! GIVE ME MY PILLS BACK RIGHT NOW!" Davy yelled in a tone that sounded nothing like their friend.
"No!"
Davy charged after Peter grabbing his arm. He twisted it and threated to bend it backwards.
"I'll break it! I will! You better give me the pills back!" Davy yelled.
Micky grabbed the pills from Peter, causing Davy to go after him.
"We're never giving you these things! Look at what they're doing to you!" Micky cried.
Davy shoved Micky as hard as he could. He then grabbed the pills and ran to the bathroom. He was all prepared to take one, when reality snuck in.
What am I doing? I really hurt my friends right there! And for what? Davy thought, feeling horrible. I hurt them for a stupid pill!
He took all the pills and flushed them down the toilet. He reentered the bedroom white as a sheet and visibly shaken.
"Davy? Are you okay?" Micky asked.
"No. I have a problem you guys. I'm really scared, and so sorry for what just happened. I'll stop. I won't take anymore." Davy said sounding scared.
Peter gently led Davy to his bed.
"I'm so sorry." Davy said softly.
"It's okay. The important thing is you're going to get the help you need."
"I don't want to go to a hospital."
"You won't have to. We'll help you." Micky promised.
Davy closed his eyes with a sigh and for the first time in weeks he actually slept.