"Mr... Mr.!" a man's voice yelled.

Micky didn't respond.

"Hey, wake the fuck up!" A fat, unshaven man opened the door. "Wake up!"

Micky slowly opened his eyes and looked around the room. "Wha---what?"

"The desk clerk just alerted me you have not paid for your room this week, so either pay up and get out!"

"Where...am...I?"

The man walked over to the bed. "This isn't a drug motel pal. This is a respectable place."

Micky groaned and sat up. "How much?"

"Ten bucks."

"For this shit hole?"

The man stood patiently. Micky fished in his pocket and gave him the money. "Thanks." He waddled back to the door. "And I'll forget I saw that knife on your bed."

Micky stumbled up and shut the door. Turning to the bed he saw the empty bottle and the knife. "Oh shit!" He rushed over and picked it up. There was blood stained from the tip to the handle. He dropped it and began tearing off his clothes. Standing naked, he checked himself in the mirror making sure he hadn't harmed himself. He took a deep breath. "Thank God." He slipped his jeans back on and sat down on the edge of the bed.

"How did I get a knife and whose blood is that?" He let out scream, "Why can't I remember?!"

*You don't want to remember, Mick.*

Micky looked up, staring into Mike's dark, hypnotic eyes. *Surprised to see me?*

Shocked, Micky stood and walked up to a very smug Mike. "How did you know I was in town?"

*Why did you kill Audrey?*

"Who?"

*Audrey. Why did you kill her? Are you that jealous that you'd kill anybody associated with me?*

Micky covered his ears. "I haven't killed anyone!"

*Oh yeah.* Mike approached him and closed Micky's eyes. *Think.*

The darkness off his thoughts brightened as a longhaired blond appeared. Her hair smelled of freshly picked roses, her lips, full and kissable. She whispered Micky's name, smiling at him with her arms extended for an embrace. The strong smell of "Remembrance" caught in Micky's nose. He was led to a dimly lit bedroom, to a huge white bed. She screamed. She screamed again. Micky quickly opened his eyes and stepped away from Mike. "No, I didn't..."

*Yes, you did. You stabbed her again and again with a knife you bought from a drug dealer all because of me.* He folded his arms. *I gotta admit, I'm flattered.*

"NO!"

Mike laughed. *You are so pathetic. I left you because I no longer wanted you and now you've killed an innocent person.* He shook his head. *Why Mick? Why are you doing this?*

Micky angrily looked at Mike, pure rage in his eyes. "I have done everything, everything to prove I was worthy of your love, but you---you were never pleased. You left me, I begged you not to leave, but you walked out on me." Micky picked the knife from the bed and pointed it at Mike. "You will never walk out on me again."

Mike continued to laugh. *You'll never have me, no matter how many people you kill. No matter if you kill me. You will NEVER have me!*

"SHUT UP!"

Mike was gone. Micky looked around calling Mike's name. "I'm sorry, Mike. Please come back. Please!" He ran to the sink, turning the water on full blast, trying to wash away the blood from the knife. "I didn't---I couldn't have killed her!" he cried. "I will prove to you Mike that you want me, that you need me. I'll do whatever it takes."