The last thing I remember was lunging across his desk before they pulled me off of him and threw me into solitary confinement. I haven't seen my family since I've been here. Not even one fucking phone call. I have to keep reminding myself that all I have to do is stay sober. If I stay sober, they will be safe. Could this just be a bluff? Just a ploy to keep me clean? How can this be legal?! Right now I would give anything for a fix. I'd give anything just to be able to shut my fucking mind off. I hear footsteps approaching, keys rattling and the door opening.

"Good afternoon, Daniel. I have some great news for you. We are releasing you today." The nurse has the same dead eyes as the doctor.

"Great news," I say, trying to remain expressionless. I'm not letting them get a rise out of me again.

Two hours later I'm sitting on the curb waiting for my sister, when a man approaches me dangling a cigarette from between his lips.

"Got a light?" He says and sits next to me.

I look at him and turn away without saying a word. Where the hell is Lizzy?

"My name's, Carter," he extends a hand to me and says, "Nice to meet you."

Reluctantly, I take his hand and instantly regret it as he stabs me with a syringe. I try to get up on me feet but I can't move. He's speaking but I can barely make out the words as I sink into darkness.