The silent stillness of the night is cold and dark. I listen, hoping sound will find me.  Nothing comes to me, not sound nor light.

My thoughts swirling in my head, like waves crashing against the rocks on a jersey shore. I start to panic, confused and dazed, still searching for a light.

 A cold sweat washes over my body, chilling me to the core. Who would think this could happen to me of all people. How did I get here, this place, this facility, and this room even?

 My thoughts continue to thrash me, making me face my inner demons. My most dangerous foe has come to life.

 I scream out in pain, as if my insides were being ripped from me. I thrust into the air, desperately trying to flee, only to find restraints holding me to this fate.

 I scream help me, help me, please someone, my struggle becoming futile.  Realizing I have no choice but to surrender. I brace myself for what was to come. 

They come crashing into my thoughts like mentors. I watch unable to look away, still screaming for someone to come help me.

Spiraling down memory lane was unnerving, watching myself, a detailed recording of thoughts of how I came to this place.

The silent movie played, for me. Systematically showing me each time I injected my body with heroin.

 It courses thru my veins, hurling my senses into euphoria, washing away the world in a blur.

As the movie prolongs, I watch in distress, my own undoing of a promising life, the destruction of me. 

Shuddering at the thought of more to come, the movie shows the light I was searching for my salvation.

REHAB

                                                                                                Written by: Lamont Baker