|The Addiction Within, Prologue && Chapter One
||[10 Jul 2006|02:12am]
Sex, drugs, and rock and roll. That was the life of every holly wood star, wasn't it? It was close to the oscars, and all of the biggest names in Hollywood were flooding into the city, taking up the biggest hotels, booking the best restaurants, and getting ready for one of Hollywood's biggest nights of the year. Jake Gyllenhaal and Joaquin Phoenix were no exception to the long list of actors, actresses, and artists alike.
Two of the biggest motion pictures, Walk the Line and Brokeback Mountain were placed under their names, and really, neither one of them expected to become friends. But, slowly, from talking inside the show, at the after parties, and even the day after, they were surprised how fast their friendship clicked.
When Jake pulled up the the large white house, number 356 to be exact, he waited patiently on the front steps for Joaquin to come to the door. Joaquin had been staying there with his girlfriend Amber for a while now, but today they had planned to just hit the town, hang out, talk, and do whatever. When Joaquin did answer the door, Jake was slightly surprised to what he saw.
Joaquin didn't look well... he looked tired --more like sick-- and unshaven, but Joaquin was persistant that he was alright. He was shaking, Jake noted, as he watched his friends scramble around the kitchen looking, searching for something.
"I'll, uh wait for you to get ready." Jake said softly. Joaquin half nodded and then went back to looking through the drawers and then in a few cupboards. He pulled things out as he looked for something, getting more annoyed when he couldn’t find it.
"Fuck.." Joaquin whispered. He was shaking more as he did so, but then pulled out the cutlery drawer, pulling it too far and everything fell out to the floor. "Fuck!" he screamed as he knelt down to pick it up. Jake moved over to help him pick up the drawer and the things that were in it. He positioned himself a little away from Joaquin and neither one of them said anything until the drawer was in place. When they picked it up, Jake stood and looked at Joaquin shaking.
"What's wrong with you? I know, it’s not nothing." And then the truth came out.
Joaquin had stopped drinking, killing himself daily by drowning himself in the amber colored liquid, but he hadn't stopped with the soft white powder he consumed in whichever way he could. As Jake sighed, watching his friend leap up and run to the other room, coming back out sturdy, smiling, and looking happier, he knew. Joaquin did need help with the addiction... but Joaquin would hear nothing of it. As far as he was concerned, nothing was wrong.
That was until it happened. Until Johnny --Depp of course-- flew out to be by the side of one of his closest friends in one of the scariest battles any of them would go through. Thats when the addiction started to consume him, and the fact that the unknown really can hurt you, became true. It was when Joaquin would find out, just how strong he was, no matter how badly he just wanted to give up, and give in.
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