Six months. That's how long I've been here. Everyone's being nice to me, but I couldn't bring up the courage to speak, or even look at them.

I don't feel the need to drink anymore, nothing with alcohol, of course. Everything's alright now, at least for me. They won't let me go from here, but that's okay. I got it warm and cozy here...

And as I think this, the first words since half a year escape my lips.

"Drip, drop...drip, drop..."