Having an addiction was one of the things you most hated about yourself, but there was no way to escape it. The emptiness you felt all the time, the sense of loneliness could only be fulfilled with the huge amount of coke or whatever synthetic drug you could find. Even if you thought no one really cared for you, your brother did and forced you into rehab.

You hated that place. It was full of middle aged people who couldn’t get their life sorted out and being one of the youngest in the center meant having to listen to their stupid advice all day long. You weren’t the only one who was still in their early 20s, there was Sebastian Kydd. You didn’t know him well, just saw him some time at breakfast and you couldn’t really get why a boy with such a perfect loving family could get into all of that stuff. You on the other side had a really troubled situation at home that lead you into run away multiple times and doing loads of drugs.

It was a Sunday afternoon when there was a group therapy session and you were all seated in the great hall. A therapist, a man who was probably 4 times older than you, was giving a speech about the effects alcohol and drugs had on the way people feel emotions and feelings. Sebastian was sitting next to you, probably even more bored than you were. They thought putting the two young ones of the group sitting next to each other was going to be helpful for both of them, but you two barely even said hi to each other.

“Bullshit. Do they ever stop talking nonsense?” Sebastian chuckled, mocking the man who had been talking for what seemed hours.