A/N: I have to start this story off with a highly important author's note. The story is very real to me. Many of the points are based on events in my life, so it is very real to me. I'm not sure how many chapters, probably only a couple, but I assure you, they will probably be long. High rating due to severely intense content matter.

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The Rain Fell For You

The tumbling rain splattered the ground, pelting the already damp sandy hair of Haruka. She shook, whether from the cold chill of the night or the severe pain of needing a fix. The blonde clenched her fists, trying to hold back her emotions and walked into the closest bar. 'At least I can get a drink. A drink could at least calm my nerves a little.'

She entered the first bar she came to, a slightly run down and battered place called "Lucky's". She didn't care, all she could think of was the way the liquor burned on its way down her throat. Haruka sat, stumbling only slightly as she edged her way onto the stool.

The bartender stepped up to her, giving her the once over before shaking his head. "The last thing I think you need is a drink. I'm sorry, but I refuse to serve you, you've had enough."

Haruka's eyes darkened, her already fragile emotions cracking under the pressure of needing something to keep her racing heart content. "Look man, I just want a drink. A beer. Anything. I just want one." Her voice trembled, her hands following suit as she tried to pull money from her pocket.

The barkeep crossed his muscular arms in front of his chest, "I don't think so. What you need is help. Which is what I'm getting for you." He picked up the phone, quickly hitting the speed dial button for the local detox place.

The blonde barely heard any of his conversation on the phone, nothing more than a "yes" or a "no" here and there. Her mind drifted, thinking of when she could meet her supplier again and where she would get the money for her next joint. The next thing she realized, she was being handcuffed.

"Hey man! What the fuck?" Her voice was harsh. Haruka flailed her arms and kicked her legs, trying to fight the inevitable. "Dude, come on, let me go. I'm not doing anything."

The officer in charge laughed at this, "I think you've had a bit too much. Now come on, we're just going for a little drive. Give you somewhere nice and dry to go."

Upon hearing this, Haruka smiled, her mental stability altogether crushed. "Really? I can get some dry clothes? That'd be awesome." She grinned, a grin that only those who are out of their minds could grin.

The officer nodded, taking her out to his car and loaded her into the back seat, carefully making sure she didn't hit her head on the way in.

The door to Haruka's hospital closed behind the dark haired nurse. Haruka observed her with a raised eyebrow. She knew the routine by now, having been to countless AA meetings and several detox centers in the past months. She was sure the next thing coming was yet another night spent in agonizing pain as the drugs and alcohol finally wore off.

She pulled solemnly on the handcuffs attaching her to the bed as the nurse closed the distance between them. "Haruka, is that you? Why are you back here again? I thought you finally got clean." She released the handcuffs and replaced them with the softer restraints, making sure each arm was secure before sitting on a stool next to the blonde.

Haruka shrugged to the best of her abilities. "You know, coming to see you may just be worth the pain of going through detox every month. Besides, I don't have the willpower to stay away. It feels so good. The experience of being high, the joy of a good drink, it's a wonderful feeling." She explained, a slight bit of wistfulness in her voice.

The mood changed quickly as the nurse started the IV treatment to flush her system. Haruka's voice cracked as the pain of wanting and needing became too much. She screamed out, writhing in the bed as her addictions tried to overtake her, until suddenly, she fell silent. The blonde lay still at the hands of the medically induced sleep that was given to her.

Haruka awoke some time later, unsure of how long she had been out of it this time. She attempted to rub her temples, realizing quickly that her hands were still restrained. She fumbled with them in a futile attempt at releasing them before giving up and sighing. "I want to leave. I hate hospitals." She grumbled into the silence of the room.

The minutes seemed to slowly tick by until finally, the nurse returned with her discharge papers. "Haruka, the first place you need to go is to see your counselor. The second place is to register for your AA meetings where you will be paired with your new partner. Please, Haruka, try to stay with this one? You can't keep doing this. One of these times I won't be able to save you."

Haruka nodded, hearing to the woman yet not really listening to her. The routine was getting boring, and needless to say, death actually sounded like a welcoming thought. Maybe someone interesting would finally be at one of these meetings. She already knew the plan with the counselor: pretend to listen, say nothing, shake hands at the end of the session. It was too predictable.

And yet, she was doing it all over again.