~Chapter One: Baby Steps~

I looked down at my forearm and stared at the small, red holes. I looked around at the other patients who were slumped over in their seats; crying for a needle.

These idiots weren't here to get clean…

I folded my arms, hiding the marks I made. The clinic was crowded, so I figured I'd never be able to see a doctor. My impatience arose to maximum as I tried to ignore the urge to go buy some heroin. I lifted from my chair and strolled to the exit.

Sorry Esme, I needed that needle.

"Jasper Hale?" A woman's voice called.

I stopped dead in my tracks.

"Jasper Hale?" She called again, her voice obtaining some volume.

I turned around and looked at her. She stared back at me and said my name once more. "Jasper Hale?"

I nodded to let her know I was the patient she was looking for. She gestured for me to come. I approached her slowly while I fought the urge to leave. I stood about a foot away from her and looked down at my feet. I looked back up at her and she flashed me a perfect smile. Her hair was secured with a rubber-band; her heart-shaped face was decorated with a small nose, big-rounded, chocolate eyes and plump lips.

"Hello, Mr. Hale, follow me," She said, politely.

I nodded and let her take lead. I watched the floor as I followed her into the back. She brought me to a halt and extended her hand, gesturing for me to enter the room. The room was small and it was only filled with a sofa, rolling chair and a desk filled with hospital utensils.

"Take a seat on the sofa, would you?" She smiled and placed her clipboard on the desk. She took a seat in the rolling chair, scrutinizing the thick sheets of paper that were on the clipboard.

I sat down and looked down at the floor.

"Mr. Hale,"

I looked up at her. "Jasper…" was all I could mumble.

"Okay, Jasper, I'm Nurse Bella,"

I ignored her and looked at the floor. She cleared her throat and tapped her feet, anxiously.

"I-I read your documentations, you're here for drug addiction?"

I nodded.

"You seem quiet, Mr. Hale,"

"Jasper," I corrected her again.

"Alright, Jasper…" She gulped, "May I ask you a few questions."

I shrugged my shoulders.

"Will you answer them?" She pleaded.

"Maybe…" I mumbled.

"Okay…" She trailed off with a sigh.

When she began talking again, she almost sounded impatient.

"What drugs have you been taking?"

"Drugs? I've only have one drug in my system,"

"Cocaine? Marijuana?"

"Heroin," I rolled my eyes to myself.

"And you've managed to drag yourself down here after acquiring heroin?"

"What does that supposed to mean?" I spat.

"N-nothing, I'm honestly, surprised…" She mumbled, "Heroin is very powerful,"

"More than you think," I huffed.

She scoffed at me but quickly consoled herself. I was being much of a brute to her. I decided to give her a little kindness.

"What directed you onto the path of getting on drugs?"

"I'd rather not talk about that,"

"That's fine," She said, "Do you have any family members?"

"All dead,"

"I'm sorry to hear that,"

"Don't be,"

She looked up at me. "What made you want to free yourself from drugs?"

I shook my head.

"It's okay if you don't want to talk on the first day," She stated, "It takes baby steps,"

I looked down at my feet.

Baby steps?