5 years ago:

It’s been a day and a half since I "left" the hospital and I couldn’t shake it off… I could feel it crawling in my veins. That need… I knew what it was… it was from all the drugs they had given me… I was starting to detox. Cold turkey, the worst kind… I hated it… I was so weak. I couldn’t walk, all I could feel was that need… the need to get more so I could feel better… but I didn’t have any money and I wasn’t gonna sell my body no way at that! I knew I had to get out of town but I wanted to save money so I hitchhiked. I slept on the move guarding my baggage well not that I could sleep all that much everyone was a suspect. The one that offered me lifts, the waitresses at the rest stop, all the people around me… I knew I was paranoid, the voices kept me that way, but I also knew it was the only way to survive. I must of looked like a crazy person always looking around, shaking, holding that bag as if it was my life source…

"Hey kid are you all right?" one of the waitresses asked me I was sitting in a stall drinking coffee, the restaurant was almost empty it was late at night, the only people there was a guy who looked crazier then me and some couple that was already paying their bill.

"I’m fine, leave me alone" I snarled at her not looking up at her. ‘go away, go away’ I mentally wished. I heard her walk away but only to return with something.

"There you go. On the house" she put a piece of apple pie on my table. This time I looked up at her in shock I wish I hadn’t. Her eyes were so kind. I believe she was in her late twenties. Blond hair, gray eyes, nicely built and just beautiful. perfect except for a little scar next to her left eye.

"Than..k…" I stumbled I was starting to shake real hard. 

"You don’t look fine to me…" she said sitting next to me without asking.