Prologue:

Looking around this gray tiled room I feel just a bit sad of the fact that I'm leaving. I mean it's great that I get to get out now that I can, but let's not fuck around, I'll be back here in a bout six months. Heroin's too damn good, if they understood that I'm not giving it up, maybe they'd just let me throw my life away like I'm going to any way they could help the kids who really need it. Like that red head with the nasty habit of turning his friends into puppets, or the kid who paints him self different colors and acts like both sides have a personality. They need help.

It was an odd ball group those kids were with. They never spoke during big group therapy and if you passed them at lunch or dinner they were all huddled together plotting something about demons or other such shit.

I knew a kind of demon but I don't think it was the kind they were talking about. No matter how long I'd been here I couldn't help but get curious about that group of fuck ups. It was obvious as to why most of them were here, but some of them seemed pretty normal. Like the girl, all I'd ever seen her do was fold paper, and the black haired boy was usually normal. But I found out that they were far from it.

I'd had group with them at one point and that was what made me want to get out of this shit house. After that experience I told my counselors whatever I had to get my freedom back. Some times I wonder what would have happened if I had gone along with it. Would I be as nutty as those douche bags? Just thinking about that week makes me crave my release. God how good that needle will feel going into my veins.

I can almost feel the drug moving with my blood, mixing with it and giving me what I need. I felt my veins rise slightly as I imagined shooting up again. Mom might try to keep me in but I already plan to O.D. as soon as I'm out. I'm not going to live through that week ever again.

I don't know if every one got a week session with doctor Madara or not. He's supposedly the best doctor here, yeah fucking right. He's got the group, they call them selves Aka-aka-aka something or other, and as far as I know they have always had Madara and he can't fix them, I don't know how he can handle meeting with them every day…oh wait yeah I do, he's as fucking nuts as they are.

Guess it happens after having to work in this place for years. I thought I was losing it for good that week.