Solitude in the Big House was not the way Josh wanted to spend his weekend, or how ever long it would take until he was finally set free. It was a bad night but he had gone through worse with drawl before, except that was a year ago. Back when he was way too in deep and spend nearly $400 a day just to pay for his addiction to Oxycontin. He stole money from his father and his twin sister, Silena. Josh Beauregard was kicked out of his dad's house in Utah at 17 years old and boarded a one way flight to JFK where Silena, who was already there, picked him up in one of the strawberry vans and took him to camp.

Unfortunately for Silena and his father, Josh scored a few bottles and stuffed them into his luggage on his way to camp, he also found a kid in camp that needed the drug for a spine injury. For weeks they traded drugs for money until the kids spine fully healed and Mr. D noticed that he was still wasting the camp's money for the prescriptions. They both got busted. That's when Silena made Josh promise to get clean. With his fingers crossed he made his promise, but also that he would never get his drugs from someone in camp.

He started to get clean, a total of four months. But then Silena died and there was no reason to keep up his end of the promise. With his twin gone, the one who- in his mind- betrayed them all, Josh found himself need that the numbing high again. The itch returned and helped him grieve over his two-faced sister.

Josh found a new dealer outside of camp just like he promised himself. He used the camps own cover to fuel his addiction. His new guy (who shall remain anonymous) that also owned a grocery store in the city gave him the Oxycontin in exchange for ten crates of delicious, juicy, huge, strawberries year round for free. Strawberries was the only way to go, the dealer could sell them for a ridiculous amount of money, in the winter his profits were tripled since good strawberries are rare in that time of year. It was in the winter when he made more money off of regular strawberries than the drugs. Once the dealer receives the fruit, he slips a black bag with the bottles of pills inside, into the van where Josh collects them when the deliveries have been made.

And who said Aphrodite kids were stupid?

The addiction itself started at the most unlikely place in the world, but is actually highly common: the dentist. Josh had a root canal and was given a prescription to help with the pain, except after the pills ran out, he was still feeling a lot of pain in his teeth. So he got another refill and got hooked.

Now, no one cared about whether he got clean or not. He had turned into a serious asshole and no girl wanted him, and his brothers and sisters wouldn't talk to him if he was high, and definitely wouldn't talk to him if he wasn't high because he was always irritated and a jerk. His father wouldn't allow him to come back to live with him until he was completely clean. That was the only condition, no more drugs and you get a home. Not a cabin filled with girl drama and brothers only spending their time in the weight room, a real home where he didn't have to give half of his food away and didn't have to listen to people arguing from being in such close quarters all the time. Camp Half-Blood was the opposite of a home, it was more like an orphanage.

Josh banged his fist on a table in the room his was in then gripped his head and pulled at his curly hair. He broke out into a sweat and starting pacing around the room. His nose itched. Every sense was on fire, his thoughts screamed at him. His legs weren't steady. All he could think of how was at least in rehab they gave you pills to help with the with drawl. This was just too much, too quick.

He walked over to the door and pounded his fist against it, "Okay! I'm clean now! You can let me out already!"

"Forget it!" Someone yelled from down the hall, "You're staying the night!"

You have got to be kidding me, Josh thought. There was absolutely no way he could spend the night in the Big House, for the gods sake, he wasn't some crazy that needed to be locked up. Josh was a normal guy that liked to have a little extra fun on the side. There was no way he was sleeping there, he was going to find a way out. Josh looked around by the door and tapped the wall lightly. It was hallow. He smiled, too easy.

Josh wound up his fist and punched straight through the wall, he felt the skin over his knuckles split open, but he didn't care. He reached over and searched for the door handle. Once he found it, he twisted it, the door opened. Success. Josh examined his hand, it was bloody and stung a little, but Josh could barely feel the pain.

He sauntered out of his jail room, and made it two feet down the hallway until someone spoke up, "And just what do you think you're doing?"

Josh looked to the ceiling, he knew that voice, everyone at camp knew that voice, he slowly turned around and faced the man in the wheelchair that wore scraggly beard, "Oh, you know, just out for a stroll."

Chiron didn't look even a bit convinced, he glanced at Josh's hand and rolled his eyes, "Come with me."

Chiron turned and wheeled himself down the hallway, Josh followed. They got into the infirmary wing of the Big House and entered the main room where campers got stitched up or got their temperatures taken when they got sick. Abby, a daughter of Apollo was sitting at a desk, falling asleep at her post. She practically fell out of her chair when she realized we were in the room.

"I'm so sorry," She said, Abby glanced at Josh's hand and frowned. "You'll need stitches, just give me a couple minutes to get supplies and-"

Chiron raised his hand for her to stop talking, "You've been working all day haven't you?" Abby nodded, "I think I can stitch him up, you can go back to your cabin now, I'll look after the place."

Abby relaxed and let out a sigh of relief, "Thank you so much Chiron!"

She got up and left out the door, saying thank you one more time. Chiron told Josh to sit in one of the chairs while he got the supplies to sew up his hand. They sat in silence as Chiron peered through his glasses and wiped the fresh blood from his hand. When he started to sew it up, Josh winced in pain.

"Don't they usually give you drugs for this kind of stuff?" He said through his teeth, Chiron gave him a disapproving look, "Sorry."

"Sorry for what?"

"Sorry for bringing it up."

"Just don't do it again." He concluded.

"Bring it up or drugs?"

He pondered that, "Drugs. You can't help but bring it up, it's taken control of your life. It might not be the best conversation starter though. But you can quit drugs, you did it once."

"You don't understand-"

"You're right, I do not understand."

Josh was silent, but then spoke up. "Everything just melts away, I'm left with only the happy things. I'm untouchable, on top of the world. Everything is perfect, and when the high fades, I see everything that is wrong in this world. I see my sisters falling apart and my brothers slowly breaking down. Silena visits me, I can't stand it. The only way to get her to go away is to take one before bed."

"Have you ever considered that the reason why she comes to you is because you relapsed?"

Josh thought about that. Silena always followed him around when his high was fading, then disappeared after he crushed up that little pill and inhaled it through his nose. She would always look at him like she pitied him. Silena knew that Josh had broken his promise, her face was always confused too, like she couldn't figure out why he would turn to drugs again after months of being clean. Josh had helped her with her eating disorder, it frustrated her that she couldn't help him with his addiction.

She didn't know that half of it was because of her. The fact that she had betrayed them, and that she was dead was enough for Josh to search for away to kill the pain. To grieve.

Josh looked down at his hand, the wires sticking out of the knuckles. Chiron started to wrap a bandage around it and handed him one Advil once he was done. Just one. Not even the liquid gels, just the plain kind. One Advil wouldn't even have an effect on a little kid. Is this a joke? Josh thought to himself. He popped it anyway, at least it was something.

"Come with me." Chiron said, wheeling himself out of the infirmary and back down the hall where Josh was first kept. They passed Josh's first room, the he had punched through the wall looked out of place. Chiron stopped at the next room and open the door, waiting for Josh to enter. "You'll stay here. Tomorrow morning I will send one of your siblings to give you your breakfast. Try not to break this room."

He closed the door, Josh waited for the click of the door locking. Once he did he sat on the bed and looked at the walls. All he could think about was how the other room had a window. He got it, solitude.

I'm sorry this is a short and sucky chapter... and that I didn't introduce the next character. Review pretty please? Oh an I don't really take suggestions, I have this all mapped out already, it's just the writing portion that takes so long, but thanks anyway for giving me input guys! Don't forget to review!