Chapter 9

A thousand miles away, Mok had entered the White Ridge Mountain Rehabilitation Center.

"Good luck sir," Toad said to his master as the attendants took Mok's luggage.

"Just because I'll be here does not mean you are on vacation," Mok warned and Toad nodded.

The rock star entered through the glass doors and a nurse led him to the head doctor's office.

The head doctor, Lexa Pryce had briefed the rock star about what the program will be doing while he stayed at the center.

"The first few days will be tough, but we want you to break the cycle," Pryce had informed.

"Before I forget, take this," Pryce said to him and gave him a journal, "Whenever you feel like expressing your thoughts, write them in here."

The rock star took a tour of the center. There was a lounge area that had French doors that led outside, a workout room with a walkway for runners, and a nurse's station. Mok took a peek out the windows, there was a breathtaking view of the tall mountains that were covered in snow.

The patients and staff stared at him whenever he passed them and he could hear the whispers, "Is that Mok?" "Holy shit!" "He must be a look-alike."

When he entered his room, he was stunned. The walls were painted violet-blue, the windows showed him the same view as the others, a queen size bed, some chairs, and a desk.

Mok changed into nightwear and robe and sat himself in a chair and he stared at the mountain.

"If that mountain survived through change, than so can I," he said to himself and opened his journal.

'It reminds you of cocaine' his thoughts said, but he ignored them.

It felt strange since he hadn't held a pen in years, but he managed to write.

'I made a promise to Emmy that I will go through this process and I am not a religious person, but if there is a god or a thousand gods, I pray that I will get through this. Tomorrow, I meet with a psychiatrist and I better—'

Mok stopped writing as a memory flowed into his mind.

"You stupid, stupid woman!" a man's voice shouted and the young Mok watched helplessly as his mother was beaten by his father. "Stop it! Please!" he cried, but the man ignored him and continued to slap the woman across the face.

The memory blacked out and Mok snapped back into reality.

He stopped writing and placed the journal away on the desk and retired to bed.