Ronnie's POVI looked in the mirror in front of me my deep brown eyes stared back at me, the cold water made me tense up trying to wash away Max's stray blood sharp shots shot my hand I looked down and saw that my knuckles had been cracked, obviously from the force I had used in the first punch, hitting Max's eye which sent him to the ground... I ducked Grabbing a plush towel from the counter next to me to cover it cleansing in the red essence. I took off my dirt and sweat stained t-shirt, throwing it on the floor and then my tight black jeans... Gripping the cold metal in my sore and blistered hand, I soon felt the water as it poured out of the shower head making sure it was hot, with the water burning against my fingertips I tightened myself pulling down my boxers leaving them to the same fate as the rest of my clothes. I stepped into the shower desperate to feel clean, the warm, soothing water sending me into a place of ecstasy until I felt it sting against my open wounds reminding me of Max...~.~ I stood in the shower letting the water hot take me until it started to get cold, I turned off the water took a towel, wrapped it around my waist, headed to my bedroom which was connected to the bathroom, slipped through the door and I'm headed to my dresser pulling on a pair of dark gray boxer shorts that left the damp plush towel on the floor. I took my notebook from the messy desk and sent loose papers to spread on the floor, after looking for a pencil I went to my bed lying on my stomach. I looked around seeing it was 6:38pm and I groaned not wanting to stay awake any longer. I opened the notebook in front of me where I wrote......halfway through the paper......while it sucked up the golden delight, I sunk the tip of the syringe into the cotton ball, taking every last drop, I inserted hand in one of the opposite drawers, I took a studded belt and placed it on my right arm at the top, tightening it, then I took the syringe with my dominant hand holding it firmly as I plunged the needle into the flesh feeling a pleasant sting as it punctured my vein. I immediately felt it coursing through my veins as my heart rate quickened, I put everything back in the drawer without worrying about the bag, I don't let anyone into my room anyway. On my way to bed I grabbed my iPod, then plopped down on the bed dropping my notepad and pencil on the floor, I lazily untangled the headphones that had been wrapped around my iPod inserting the buds into my ears and letting the semi-enchanted life of the blind third eye pour out as I reach my high.