" I never could forget about Axel… how could I? He's the one who got me into this mess in the first place. How can you forget someone who destroyed your life right in front of your eyes? Of course, it was partly my fault for going along with it for so long, but when it comes down to it, that redhead is the reason that I'm here. And even then… I still love him. Is there something wrong with me? How can you love someone that is killing you? Slowly, and without mercy? I would go back to him and do it all over again if I had the chance. Why? Because that the easy thing to do. The hard part would be leaving. He is my addiction."

I let my voice trail off and die, raising my eyes to look at him. My addiction's counsellor.

He was still writing stuff down in his notebook, so I took that opportunity to look away from him. I didn't want to catch his eyes, because then I would have to see the look. You know, that look that psychologists gave you when they didn't think that you were telling them the whole truth. But the thing is, I just did tell him absolutely everything. After not co-operating with anyone for as long as I've been here, I finally realized the fastest way to get out of this shit hole. Co-operate.

So for the past three sessions with my counsellor, I've spilled my guts out, hoping he would say "Well now, you've made great progress! Time to send you home." or something along those lines. No such luck. It seemed that I wouldn't get my wish, at least not yet. The counsellor leaned back in his chair and put his arms behind his head.

"So, this Axel is the reason you started using drugs?" not out of concern for me, but because it was his job. I rolled my eyes.

"That's what I just said, didn't I?" I mutter. I hate my counsellor.

"Roxas, I know you want to go home, but you can't. Not yet, I still need to know more." The counsellor spoke quietly and gave me one of his creepy stares.

"Okay, but why am I not ready now?" I ask grumpily, folding my arms. He pushed his glasses farther up his nose.

"As I just said, I need more information from you. Like, I need to know the full list of drugs that you were on before you came into rehab." His piercing teal eyes, narrowed. I got the feeling that this nut-case doctor wasn't telling the truth. They already made do up a complete list of drugs, why did he just ask me again? Roxas glared at the man before replying,

"Oh please, do you think I'm stupid? I already know that you know." I huffed. The guy laughed loudly.

"Yeah, I know. But sometimes it's easy to admit things to ourselves if we say them out loud."

I sigh again. I didn't believe him, but what could I do?

"Marijuana, cocaine, LSD, salvia, heroin, and some others I don't know the names of."

The counsellor raised his eyebrows at my answer. I rubbed the back of my neck and looked sideways.

"Well, at parties… when people offered me stuff, I would just take it. No questions asked, no complications." I mumbled.

"Roxas!" he scowled "that is VERY irresponsible! What if had been a date-rape drug?"

Then I would have been screwed. Literally! I laughed inside my head, and my expression must have shown on my face, because the counsellor's face blackened even more.

"This is part of the reason you're not being released. You don't take it seriously!"

I struggled to control myself. Pull it together. Just nod and agree to everything he says. You'll get home faster.

"Fine, okay. I'll try to be more serious. Any more questions?"

The counsellor shuffled his notes around before asking,

"Your mother confirmed that you were unemployed at the time of your drug usage. How did you get the money to buy your drugs, Roxas?"

I froze. Sat perfectly still, not even blinking. My eyes were frozen on whatever I had been looking at, which happened to be the clock. I watched the second hand go by, each tick seeming to take a minute. My breathing became shallow as I willed myself not to think of it. My skin became tingly, and I long to scratch at it, to rub the dirty feeling that had crawled over me. But to move, would to break my icy calm, so I didn't even blink. But I could feel it now. The hands, the dirty, sleazy hands groping my body as the unknown faces leered at me. I shuddered, my breathing picking up as I began to hyperventilate.

"Roxas…?" my counsellor began… I stood up.

"SHUT UP! JUST SHUT UP AND LEAVE ME ALONE!" I screamed at him. Then I turned on my heel and booked it out of the room. I ran and ran, not caring where I ended up. I ran throughout my personal hell until I couldn't breathe anymore and my limbs felt like lead. My shuddering gasps and sobs echoed throughout the empty hallway as I leaned against the wall and slowly let myself slide. I covered my face with my hands, and willed myself not to think at all.

I don't know how long I stayed there for, but it must have been awhile, because when someone finally found me, they seemed surprised.

"What are you doing out of your room at this hour?" they scolded, walking over towards me. I tensed my body, preparing to do anything to get away from this person, whoever it was.

They reached out and touched my shoulder. Big mistake. I lunged at the person, my sharp nails acting as claws as I raked the cheek of the person who was trying to touch me. Expecting them to stagger back and run, probably calling security along the way, I wasn't prepared for the suddenness of the defensive attack. The body slammed into mine, knocking me down flat on the ground, my head slamming into the ground. Everything went white, and little stars danced in front of my eyes. I couldn't breathe.

"Roxas?" a voice exclaimed in awe. "What are you doing here?" I felt a hand grab mine in an attempt to lift me back up. The floor swam in font of my eyes, and I dropped their hand and sank to my knees.

They chuckled, "man I'm sorry, but I didn't know it was you moping down there. Don't attack me next time, okay?" the voice, definitely male, spoke. I froze. I knew that voice.

"Riku? What the hell are you doing here?" I asked in shock. He grinned at me.

"I work here, you retard, hence the uniform." he gave me a look, "I think the real question is, what the hell are you doing here?" he crossed his arms.

That's right. I remembered now, Riku, one of Axel's friends, had been trying to get a job as a body guard for the whole time I'd known him. There wasn't much use for one around Twilight Town, but looks like he'd found one.

"I got busted, duh. I OD'd on pills, and my mom found me. I spent a month in the hospital before she sent me. I haven't heard from anyone the whole time I've been here." I kept my eyes down as I spoke.

"Does Axel know you're here?" Riku spoke quietly. I winced.

"No."

Riku turned his back to me and pulled something out of his pocket.

"Riku, what are you doing?" I asked curiously, trying to peek over his shoulder. He shrugged me off. Then turned around. A cell phone was pressed up against his ear. I paled.

"Who are you calling, Riku?" my voice trembled, and I cursed, trying to steady it. My heart starting beating a mile a minute, my hands beginning to shake,

"Axel?" he looked at me, smirking. I blanched.

"Riku, hang up!" I hissed, charging at him. He was quicker though, and darted out of my way, turning around to face me again.

"Yeah, I think you should come down to the rehab center, there's someone you should see." he stayed quiet for a minute, "no, I'm not gonna tell you, you have to come and see for yourself." Then he hung up and marched over toward me, grabbing my arm.

"What the HELL do you think you're doing? Why the fuck did you call him?" I snarled at the silver-haired man as he began dragging me back to my room. "Let go!"

He ignored me the whole way back, my nails could have been feathers raking across his arms for all the notice he gave. My attempts to get free also went unnoticed. Once we were back in front of my door, he stopped and spoke.

"This is for your own good, Roxas. I'm locking you in here until Axel gets here. Your supper will be brought to you." his aquamarine eyes stared at me. I swallowed.

"Please don't do this Riku, I don't want to see him." I pleaded, giving him the puppy dog eyes. He shook his head.

"See you later." as he slammed the door in my face. I heard the turn of the lock, and then the retreating footsteps.

Damn that Riku to hell.