I have no experience with Drug Rehabilitation, especially heroin, so I don't know if I depicted rehab accurately.
This is just background on Sadie Laine, the good stuff is coming up.
I Promise.
Sadie tried to keep her hands steady as she walked into the large, grey building. Everything in the waiting room was all too familiar; the purple-blue walls, the white furniture, and the smell of vanilla potpourri. The red headed nurse grabbed Sadie's arm and rushed through the waiting room; Sadie knew the next destination.
The nurse guided Sadie through many hallways; the kind of hallways that scream "doctor's office". Sadie's hands began to shake more and more as they walked faster and faster. After another hallway, they stopped at a large, oak door.
"Wait here." The nurse commanded, pushing Sadie onto the white couch that rested across from the door. The nurse stepped into the room; Sadie caught a quick glance at her father, who was laughing with Mark Jacobs, Arkham's lead doctor and the doctor that had taken Sadie's previous cases; every single one of them.
The door slammed shut, the voices fell silent, and Sadie had nothing to do but think. She held her shaky hands together and thought about the last time she had been to The Arkham Rehabilitation Center.
She was sixteen when she had her first visit to the center. She couldn't remember going in, or the first few days of her one month stay, for that matter. She remembered waking up in a hospital bed and having to talk to psychiatrists for two days straight. She remembered her mothers tears and her fathers anger. The months that followed that had been torture for Sadie; she wished the pills would have killed her.
The second time was on her twentieth birthday; another depression case, but she did spend a few months in the rehab portion of Arkham. She was "addicted" to prescription medication, but Sadie always saw it as a fancy rather then an addiction.
She had been in and out of numerous portions of Arkham over the years. Her gullible mother always helped her get off easy if she had to be committed. Saying she promised to try harder or that she just needed a little help always seemed to work. Now that her mother was gone, Sadie had to set through the torture of her overbearing father. She'd never had to deal with him alone before.
Sadie's hands started to shake more violently. Her body was sweating and her muscles started to tense. Within a half an hour, her nose started to run, her eyes started to water, and it seemed as if every small noise would make her jump. After a few more moments, she started to cry. This pain had always been unbearable, but it seemed worse now.
Finally, Dr. Jacobs walked into the hall, followed by Sadie's father and the red headed nurse.
"Oh my god!" Dr. Jacobs shouted. He dropped to his knees and placed his hands on her arms. "Go get Dr. Varthouian, we need to start detox."
Sadie's quiet sobs had turned into cries of pain. She held herself, as if trying to keep herself from falling into pieces. As the red headed nurse turned to run, an arm stopped her; Sadie's father.
"What are you doing?" Jacob's asked. "Michael, Your daughter needs our help."
"Not this time." He replied. He looked deeply into his daughters pain and anger filled eyes. "You'll learn."