You had tried everything: the rehabs, the NA meetings, the retreats, everything. After all this time, after all of that struggling, you were finally clean. Your parents had thrown you a party, celebrating your sobriety. They'd be so disappointed if they found out you had just flushed it all down the drain.

They wouldn't understand, anyway. You don't bother going to them, they wouldn't be any help. They'd only degrade you or guilt trip you. You'd lost all of your friends back when your addiction was at it's worst, they weren't real friends anyway, real friends wouldn't ditch you when they see you struggling. Only one person knows how you feel.

You get to his RV, still feeling the effects of all of the pills you had taken. All of that effort flushed down the drain for a few measly hours of euphoria. You knock, having to steady yourself on the doorframe. He answers, takes a look at you, and sighs as he steps aside, letting you in.