A million little pieces-
I wake to a hostess on an airplane.
"We will be landing soon," I felt battered up, in a large amount pain its almost unbearable. The plane starts to descend and soon enough we are about to touch down. We landed and everything seems blurry, I was craving; anything at all, alcohol or drugs. I needed it, it would make me feel better, it would numb the pain. I un buckled my seat belt, moving was a sharp pain all through my body. I ran my hand down my face, my nose was crooked; out of place and it ached. My cheek had a hole the size of my thumb in the side, blood was spurting out as I touch it.
I sat in my seat until someone came and got me, I was in far too much pain to move anywhere. Minutes later a hostess walks up to my seat with a wheelchair; I quickly stood up and collapsed in the wheel chair. I still had no clue what was going on, they rolled me down the ramp onto the tarmac. I was shocked, Mum and Dad were there; they hadn't spoken to me in years and now they show up out of nowhere. I don't even know what is going on but they are taking me somewhere, I don't know where and I don't know why but I just wanted to get the hell out of here; I was in pain all I wanted was some form of drug that could calm me down. They rolled me out to the car, I was lifted into the car and laid down across the back seat. In the side of the car door was a full wine bottle, I slowly opened the wine bottle; it was so painful even just little movements would hurt. It wasn't much but it was enough for now, I started to skull the wine. Within five minutes the bottle was gone, I was feeling better.
I started to drift to sleep; slowly everything went into a blur. I fell asleep to mum crying, dad was driving while Mum was on the phone, I only made out a few words ' take him, make him better' . If she was talking about what I thought she was, she must have been talking about going to rehab. I'm not doing that again. Ever. It doesn't work and I'm not putting in any effort.
I finally woke up as we drove to a big building, this was a rehabilitation centre. First thoughts in my mind were 'get out of here', they parked and mum looked over her seat to me; still crying. Sure I was in a whole lot of pain but I couldn't do this again, I was gonna make a run for it. I still looked half asleep so my mum didn't know that in a few seconds I was going to escape. She looked at dad, this was my chance. I opened the car door and sprinted as fast I could away. Dad started to chase me but I was too far away for anyone to get me, I ran and ran and didn't stop running until eventually I was out of breathe and it the most pain I've been in for years, I was craving again. It looked like I couldn't do this, I couldn't survive on my own. My parents or anyone I ever knew weren't to ever see me again, I've given up.
