New stuff! Only been three years lol
Chapter 2
[i]The first days were a blur of night sweats, pain and self loathing. Fink said it was my body adjusting to the new methadone program. I call bullshit, he's making me go cold turkey the narc. It's one of the five pills they have me on but he won't tell me which one it is. It's almost enough motivation to talk to someone though I'd rather not, I can't tell people I almost killed my little sister Janey; poor Janey she is in New York now, trying to mix with the fancy-pants art crowd. News that came from Daria who had heard I had a new address at Saint Jude's loony-bin. I hated the fact she had written to me, well kind of, she had sent me a letter Jane had written to her and for her to do it so quickly. How did she find me? I didn't need pity. I needed to get off the smack and once I do, I'm out of here. Besides, I don't need to make friends not in this joint anyway. My problems are nothing compared to some of the guys here.
Life here so far has turned out to be, at best, a distraction. [/i]
Trent awoke to the hand siren blasting through the ward. With a groan he dragged himself out of bed. He had learned quickly the staff like early risers. He unconsciously rubbed the small of his back, the skin a little raw from the cold shower and scrub he had received three days prior.
He pulled a pair of mint-green cotton pyjamas pants over his boxers and slung his sleep robe around his painfully thin frame and began the new routine to his days at Saint Jude's. Breakfast first. Then meds. Then two hours to kill before group. Lunch. Another two hour wait before Dr. Fink. Inside communal activities, which mainly consisted of sitting in the rec room in silence watching [i]I love Lucy [/i]. Dinner then lights out.
Trent strolled idly around the perimeter fence, the estate itself was large, but it seemed the different crazies couldn't play outside together. He scoffed at the thought and drew deeply on his cigarette. The early morning sun had grown hot and Trent decided to wait out the time before group session down by the garden at the furthest end of the grounds, empty it seemed as he realised the other patients had barely veered from the park benches near the entrance.
He had done it again; nodded off in a random place on the grounds. It was the meds he reasoned, though he was no stranger to crashing out, the last two weeks it had been happening almost daily.
Something for him to talk to Fink about? He smiled bleakly as he realised it was to keep the loonies easier to deal with. He sat up and stretched his bony arms out, audible pops sounded out as his spine readjusted. Slumping back against the tree, he fished out his cigarette packet from his jean pocket. He tapped one out and with a practiced motion, flicked his zippo lighter and lit his smoke.
He squinted into the sky to see the suns location;right overhead. Lunch time, as if to confirm this, his stomached gave a low growl.
"Shit man" he muttered as he imagined the scolding he'd get from Fink for playing hooky on group. He picked himself up off the ground and began to walk toward the cafeteria.
