I used to have an addiction to smoking heroin..( luckily even a Dr can't get a vein let alone some inebriated person).. After a while of growing to hate what I had become and hating my self for become dependant, I did everything in my power to give up. I got help etc but I did it. Its been three years now and I haven't gone near the stuff. While I was using, I had a friend who helped me get help, who supported me and gave me strength. He saw what I became. He saw the vomiting, the pain, the shakes, the sweats. He heard me scream night after night while I slept. He saw me lose weight but most of all, he saw my soul slowly dying and the fire extinguishing from my eyes. He asked me today if I could pick up for him... I asked him why he wanted to if he saw what happened to me. He told me he would only use for a week and not get addicted. He said he wasn't me.... I'm so shocked. I don't know what to do or say. It actually hurts.