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Kieran Fairchild

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a character in “Therapy”, as played by fauxtruth

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Name of Participant: Kieran James Fairchild
Age of Participant: 23
Gender of Participant: Male
Field of Study: Borderline Personality Disorder/Heroin Addiction
Participants Sexual Orientation: Heterosexual

Personality:

It depends on the day.

For the most part, Kieran puts up a front. He's guarded and speaks very little to others he doesn't know. People have often described him as cold and unfeeling. When does start to get to know a person, he'll do one of to things: idealize or devalue - a common characteristic of his disorder. Either this person is wonderful and can do no wrong, or there is absolutely no good in them. He has a hard time holding on to real friends because his ideas of them change so often. One moment they're the best person in the world, the next he absolutely despises them because they said something that he perceived as rude or belittling. Then there are times when he'll disassociate himself with anyone for weeks at a time.

On the flip side, he often idealize and devalues his own SELF leading him to be depressed more often that not and has lead to several suicide attempts. His view of himself is completely unstable. He's either okay with who he is or loathes everything about himself, it confuses him to the point where he self harms JUST to feel something other than his own confusion.

He is also impulsive, which is one of the contributing factors to his heroin addiction.

Brief History:

Kieran never grew up in a particularly stable setting. His parents moved around a lot before they finally divorced when he was thirteen - his father abandoning them in the process. It was around this time that he began to experiment with drugs and sleeping around. By the time he was sixteen years old he was addicted to cocaine and had impregnated a girl the same age as him. Her name was Eve. He was in love with her and promised to give her and the baby the world. Little did he know that two weeks later she would get an abortion, telling him over a text before moving and never seeing him again. He was devastated and this was when he first attempted suicide. With the drugs, the depression, and very long string of girls his mother had no idea what to do with him and kicked him out at the age of 18. He's been on his own ever since.

He has always been quite the artist and had gotten his first tattoo at 15, and began doing them himself a year later. That is how he currently makes his living.

Other:

He has numerous tattoos, his favorite of which being the piece that covers his entire back.

I hereby give my consent to be included in Mr. Jones psychological experiment. I understand that the procedures will leave me cut off from everything I know and insert me into a new environment. I understand the risks and benefits of the experiment as well as the time required. I understand that other participants will be involved with close quarters, that there is very little privacy, and every action is used in the research. I understand that the results are confidential until published, but that names and ages may be changed upon request.

I understand that once I give my consent to be featured, I may not withdraw.

So begins...

Kieran Fairchild's Story

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The seats in the taxi smelled like old socks and bowling shoes, which wasn't exactly a pleasing scent. His stomach had already been turning from withdrawal, and his entire body ached in want for the drug he no long wanted to rely on. Despite it not being cold, he shivered and his forehead broke out in a cold sweat. Looking at him, you might think he had caught the flu or a particularly terrible cold. If you didn't look at the track marks on his arm, you would have never guessed he was a heroin addict.

He stared absently out the window of the taxi and watched as the scenery passed. He did this for what felt like hours, refusing to make any conversation with the man driving the cab, despite the several attempts that had been made to strike up a chat. Kieran wasn't in the mood to talk, not to any of his friends back in the city and certainly not to this stranger, or any of the people who he would be living with for the duration of the program. He just wanted to go home and lie in his bed, completely cut off from the rest of civilization.

When they pulled up to the house, he could immediately feel something dark about it. Something unnatural, and it did nothing to help the sick feeling in his stomach, especially when he noticed the amount of people hanging around. Of course he had known there would be other people, but the realization that he would be in a house with so many that he had never even met made him tense.

He got out of the taxi, grabbing his small bag of stuff with a blank expression. Kieran was a handsome boy, there was no doubt about that: with his thick brown hair, blue eyes, and charming dimpled grin (when he actually chose to smile), he was the boy version of his mother. He had the jaw line of his father and 6'4 height, however. His sickly pale face, dark circles under his eyes, and thin frame took away from his good looks. Drugs had definitely taken their toll, but he was glad he decided to get out before he started to look older than his years. If he could say one thing, it was that he still looked his age.

He walked up the pathway till he found himself studying the people in the house, chattering among themselves. Some of the girls were beautiful, and he couldn't wrap his mind around the fact that they were crazy too. He frowned slightly, studying those around him. He couldn't imagine anyone here was as fucked up as he was, though the rest of them probably thought the same.

I don't know if this was a good idea...maybe I should have stayed home. He sighed.

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Seth

β€œYeah it’s creepy as fuck, but it’s free.” The new voice drew his attention and he turned to the girl who now stood beside him. He tensed some, startled by her sudden appearance, and took a step back. He didn't like that she snuck up on him without realizing, but he managed to keep himself composed and merely smiled awkwardly upon her Psycho impression. Free? Did he hear her right? Was she here as some kind of test subject or was she here for help? He knew he wasn't paying for any of this, it was all coming out of the state's pocket, so he was unsure just what exactly she meant. If she was some sort of test subject that wasn't going to sit well with him. What sort of place would endanger a volunteer by sticking her in with a bunch of possibly violent psychopaths? Not anyplace he wanted to be 'treated' in that was for sure. He opened his mouth to ask her straight out, but she seemed to have other things in mind. So, instead, he watched, in confused amusement, his head tilted some, as she bounded away and began conversing with an old painting. Well, that settles that question, he decided, snickering as she eventually sat down. He shook his head and shrugged. Not like he was one to judge, him being here as well. This was a place for crazy people. Who knew what she thought. For all he knew, everyone else here was thinking they were standing in friggin' Candyland, singing with cartoon kittens and such. He laughed at that thought, turning once more as more newcomers made their way into the building.

His smiled disappeared upon seeing the male and was replaced by a look of distrust and disapproval. The way he held himself, his ragged, sickly appearance..either this guy was sick or he was coming off something. Growing up with drug-addicted parents made things a bit easier to see in that area. Junkies weren't hard to point out. That and seeing as this was supposed to be a 'treatment' center, he could bet this guy wasn't suffering from the common cold. Though that in itself made him think twice. The guy wasn't twitching or spazzing out, so he possibly wasn't that hard of a user. That and him being here meant either he or someone was trying to change something in his life. Either way he supposed was good, but that still didn't take away the unease he felt of there being a possible drug abuser in the building. He unconsciously traced his fingers along the scar which tore across his neck. Drug addiction was no game. It fucked with people's lives.

"Mohawk!" Again, he was jolted out of his thoughts as yet another girl made herself known. His smile returned with full force, realizing she appreciated the hair. It was something he was usually scorned about. Knowing that there were some people who understood the term 'different' made his hope for humanity raise..just a little bit. "I was just admiring the hair. It's awesome." He nodded his head in agreement as she stepped up to him. "I know," he grinned, shifting his pack. He didn't like most people, but that didn't mean he didn't like being the center of attention. He was about to say something more, when the girl from before spoke out. "It happens to everyone. As long as you don't do that during sex, things will be pretty good."

"Heh," He laughed at her unexpected bluntness. He was surprised to see things already heading down that road. He couldn't help but raise his brows upon her remark about the driver pulling a gun on her, quickly casting the Asian girl a questioning glance. "A gun, huh?" Whether the chick was telling the truth or not, he didn't really care, but he supposed he'd try to keep things nice before they all really got to know each other. Thus, deciding it would be in his best interest to skip the "Why are you here?" part, he introduced himself. "Name's Seth," he nodded, unconsciously clicking his tongue, "I dunno about you guys, but I'd like to hold onto my little bit of privacy whilst I can. I'm sure we're all gunna find out our 'dirty little secrets' later." He emphasized 'dirty little secrets' whispering sarcastically.

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Theo felt her nervousness disappear just a little as the guy with the mohawk not only grinned at her, but nodded as well and agreed with her. Not that he wouldn't, but an 'I know', was much better than a 'yeah idiot, that's why I have one'. Not that she didn't appreciate sarcasm she was just...not in the mood or mindset.

She smiled at the girl that blurted out to the mohawk-sporter. Seeing the girl's face become embarrassed, Salice said to her, "It happens to everyone. As long as you don't do that during sex, things will be pretty good." She spoke in a joking manner and she smiled a little more.

Her attention was quickly pulled away when she heard another girl's voice. She recognized her appearance from one she'd blankly looked over from before, and scoffed out a laugh. "That's names. Particularly the wrong one."

She went to sit as she placed her stuff down and looked up at the new girl. Salice...that was interesting. "I'm Theo," she explained, but her accent gave a little twist to it.

She caught mohawk-guys questioning glace when the girl talked about a gun, and her small eyes went wide when she shrugged slightly.

She herself was actually going to answer the question about why she was there, but after Seth's answer and a quick glance towards him she agreed. So she turned her eyes back towards Salice. "Sorry but...I gotta agree with him..." Before the girl got a chance to answer, a large door opened, demanding the attention of the room.

Theo turned slightly to look as an older man entered the room.

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Dr. Jones strolled into the room with a smile on his face, surveying his little group of misfits. He was extraordinarily pleased with the turnout.

"Hello everyone," he stated with a little nod as he made his way to the front of the room. "We should all be here. But I'll leave this list here to sign yourselves in after a moment." He healed up the list for everyone to see before sitting it down on the counter.

"First of all, the bedrooms are all on the top two floors, so you will all be choosing these on your own later. I you feel like you need a certain bedroom, let me know and we will discuss it. You've all seen the entrance, and here we are in the greeting hall. To the left is the dining room. Everything is stalked, but if you need certain foods due to allergies or intolerance, we can fetch them for you.

"To the right is the living room and a library. Please do not abuse the books, but feel free to read them. There are outside entrances to all the ground floor rooms. The living room is where we will have our group therapy meetings. At the end of the hall behind the stairs is the family room..." He pointed to the double grand staircase when he mentioned this. "This is the largest room in the house and will be a great meeting place. It connects to the grand kitchen and the breakfast nook."

"Upstairs there are two utility rooms, one on each floor. The bathrooms are all the same size and equip in each room. There are also two hall bathrooms, one on the top floor and one in the hall here. In each upstairs floors there is a game room, which would be a good place for you to convey."

He leaned back on one of the side table and crossed his arms loosely. "You can all look around later. Our sessions will not begin until tomorrow. Privet, at first. Once everyone gets used to each other we will begin to work with groups. There will be no curfews as to when people have to be in bed, but I myself will be asleep around ten or so. Therefor respectable levels of sound would be greatly appreciated. Are there any questions?"

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He had been on Methadone for the last twenty four hours - though admittedly not under a doctor's care and definitely not during scheduled times - under the impression that it would help him going into this 'treatment program.' It wasn't the brightest idea, but he was desperate. Sadly, the effects of the Methadone only slightly helped with his withdrawal symptoms and he feared he had not get enough in his system. He ached, he wanted to vomit, his head felt like it was repeatedly being rammed into a wall, and his bones felt like they were breaking over and over again. All he wanted was to shoot up again: to leave this house and find the nearest dealer. Of course, he wouldn't because what he truly wanted, in his heart, was to be clean.

Kieran noticed the uneasy stares he had gotten from two of the other people in the program. He hadn't even been here for twenty minutes and people were judging him. Not that he was any better, because he had already begun to judge the others as well. The girl who had introduced herself as Salice came across as untrustworthy, though she was stunningly beautiful. Mohawk boy had stared at him like he was some sort of filth. The girl who bore a striking resemblance to Nina Dobrev, could barely look at him at all. The Japanese girl, well he didn't have enough time to make any judgments about her because the doctor had came in.

There was something about Dr. Jones that immediately made Kieran uncomfortable, and like he should just run away from this place and never look back, but he knew that if he did that he would never get better. He knew that if he left he'd likely die on the streets from an overdose, with no one ever knowing his name. He'd be just another junkie, another statistic.

When the creepy doctor brought up a library, Kieran perked up instantaneously. He loved to read, almost as much as he loved painting, and loved tattoos. Speaking of art, he wondered if he would have any access to art supplies.

He coughed, clearing his throat. "Dr. Jones, if we wanted something like paints and canvas, is there anyway we'll be able to get a hold of these things? Or will we just have to wait until the program is over?" His voice was confident, a little on the deep side, even though it was a tiny bit weak from being 'sick.'

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Salice peaked over Theo's shoulder and as she did, she watched the doctor step into the room. At first, she thought, 'Wow, he looks just as insane as I am.' but as he spoke she shut down the thought after hearing he was the doctor.

As Dr. Jones finished with Kieran and Theo, Salice asked, "Yes, I have one," speaking after Kieran. "All I want is an acoustic guitar and grapes. I understand the grapes can be dealt with, but I need some kind of music. If it's possible, I'd like it to be red. Please." She crossed her left arm over upper abdomen and used it to prop her left arm as her fingers tossed in her short, black hair.

"And about the noise, what happens if we wake you up? I can see where it would be quite rude, but I am just wondering. And what is a group session? Can we skip out on it?"

She laughed inside as she came up with constant questions, but she couldn't help herself. She knew what she was doing as the annoyance level of her own soon annoyed herself. She stopped and smiled. "Sorry, a bad habit of asking questions without getting answers to the one I asked before."

She looked down at her shoes, 'playing' a pretty convincing innocent embarrassment. "Sorry folks," she whispered.

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Seth

He watched as the older man finally introduced himself. Everything about this whole damn situation seemed scripted: a group of young, crazy kids, a creepy, old house in the middle of nowhere and some old coot.. Call him superstitious or just plain paranoid, but things just didn't feel right. Add that on with the fact that he didn't want to be here..he was finding it difficult to keep complacent. However, he didn't feel much like sticking his neck out and bringing unnecessary attention at the moment, thus, he held his tongue and listened to the man's words. He was actually surprised by the old goat. He was sure this place was going to be co-ed and he figured rules were going to be much stricter. Considering he was here due to rather unpleasant circumstances, he could only assume others were as well. Thus, the leniency this guy was giving them seemed a little too good to be true. That and these so called 'punishments'?-Things will be taken away if someone is 'bad'? He scoffed the thought. He wasn't a child. None of them were. At least, physically, emotionally or mentally he had no idea where some of these people stood. How was this doctor going to keep everyone leashed? Surely, he couldn't be the only one here? What's to stop he and the others from joining up and causing some kind of riot? One thing for sure, if someone pushed him far enough, it was going to take a lot more than a slap on the wrist to keep him from what he thought was right.

He wasn't going to push his luck, but he wanted to know more about this place and what it was he was getting into. At least therapy would start off private. It wasn't anybody's business why he was here and he sure as hell didn't feel like walking on eggshells or having to explain himself. He was happy the old timer was allowing questions and he perked up some. He was happy to hear someone else had some interest in art, so at least that would be taken care of. He impatiently waited his turn, when Salice barraged the poor guy with her questions. He rolled his eyes and scoffed, "Grapes, really?" Though her onslaught of questions were irksome, he couldn't help but find some of her desires amusing. Just how spoiled was she? She must've grown up lavishly, if she thought she could bark out exact details of what she wanted and expected to get it that way. He did agree with her on music, though. If anything, that was one thing which helped him cope. When she finally stopped yammering he took his chance to ask his questions, before she started up again.

"So, uh..who else is gunna be babysitting? You're not the only 'caretaker' here are you?" He pulled his pack higher up on his shoulders and shifted his weight. "And just how much are we allowed to look around the place? Can we go outside and are there any places we're not allowed?" Regardless of rules, he wasn't going to allow himself to be locked inside. He wasn't a prisoner, that was what he made sure of by choosing this instead of jail. He had a darkness and it needed to be kept in check.

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Tam

Tam sat and watched the others as the doc, went on about the rules. Tam wasn't really worried about it as long as everybody left her alone she'd leave them alone it was as simple as that. But seeing the percentage of females that was unlikely to happen. Over the years Tam had come to really not like the company of other females. The back biting, the name calling the just all around evil towards one another. At least guys just walk up to each other and start beating the crap out of one another, girls liked to hurt more than just skin or bone. She wasn't really paying attention to him till he said something about going to town for some things. The only thing she could think of need in was a carton of cigarettes and speaking of cigarettes.

The guy that looked like he was going through withdrawal ask for paints and stuff, the girl that had introduced herself to everyone as Salice started spouting off a list of shit she wanted. She couldn't help but mentally chuckle at this chick seriously where did she think she was the Four Seasons. Tam shook her head and waited for the best time to say something, when the guy with the mohawk made a good point. Was the doc the only person of authority here, it was a good point from what Tam did pick up from the rules there weren't many and they were pretty lenient. How did this doctor expect to keep a hand full of crazy people in line all by himself. He also made the point to say something about where they could and couldn't go. This was another good point Tam wasn't the type that liked to stay cooked up inside for too long.

Tam finally decided to ask her own question, "Hey Doc I got a questions can we smoke inside or do we have to smoke outside. I mean I hope we can smoke cause if I don't have TV or internet well that's the next best thing besides my ipod. But if it's a no on smoking I'll live I've done it before" she shifted in the chair waiting for the doctor to answer her back.

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Kieran was under the impression he was the only one taking this seriously, but he was sure it was because most of the participants didn't look much older than their teens and he was twenty three years old. His attention was quickly brought to the girl called Salice, and he cocked an eyebrow. His eyes briefly met with hers as she looked from person to person. This girl sure loved to talk, and even though she said she felt 'anxious' with all the eyes on her, it seemed like she enjoyed the attention. He also got the feeling she was totally and completely insane, though what else should he expect from the type of program he had enrolled himself in?

He ran a hand through his pale brown hair, taking a deep breath. He was glad he hadn't eaten on the trip here, because if he had he would have lost it all right here in the middle of everyone. He stuffed his shaking hands into the pockets of his leather jacket. All at once he felt hot and cold, like his body couldn't make up its mind. It was horrible and it only got worse with every passing moment. If only he hadn't been foolish enough to pick up such a horrible habit, he wished he could go back in time and choose a different path for himself.

He was extremely happy at the news he could have his paints, and it was enough to put a smile on his face. This doctor, though slightly creepy, now had his respect. He now had hope that his entire life could turn around and it could be like the drug addiction never existed.

Of course that was unrealistic, and he was already giving himself and overly grand perception of this place...but that was him. He either hated something or he loved it, and either notion could change in a heartbeat. He wasn't very stable in that regard.

"Oh, I have another question. What happens if we get sick or break a bone or something? Are there supplies here for that, or will we just be rushed to the hospital?" He was curious and it seemed like a valid question. I mean, this place couldn't be prepared for every little thing. Could it? What if someone had an allergic reaction? Or a heart attack? Or God forbid tried to commit suicide? With no access to a phone...what would they do in a emergency situation like that?

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Seth

He raised his brows in surprised satisfaction. Free roam, eh? He could definitely live with that. He was beginning to like this whole therapy idea. What was better than 'paying for your crime' than a vacation? This was guna be a walk in the park. Sure, he'd be surrounded by some freaks for a bit, but honestly, that seemed to be the only downside for now. If worse came to worse he knew how to handle himself. He doubted one old guy would be much of an issue, if it came to that; especially considering his pals were 'in town'. "Just how far is civilization, anyway? Any chance we'd be able to tag along instead of giving you a shopping list?" He'd enjoy this time away. A little break, never did any harm, but if things started going haywire, he wanted to be prepared on just how long of a hike it would be to reach town.

His eyes scanned over to the 'painting whisperer' and made a face when she brought up smoking. Though everything seemed to be as if he stepped back in time, he was happy to hear that indoor smoking was still a no-no. At least he wouldn't have to worry about too much smoker's stink. His eyes turned to Salice, seeing as she was a smoker herself, and caught her gaze. "I can't eat anything else." She whispered at him. He knotted his brows in confusion. Can't eat anything else? How could someone possibly survive on grapes alone? "What? Are you allergic to everything or something?" He was genuinely curious as to why she could only eat one specific fruit. His curiosity was nipped in the butt however when she took offense to his inquiries. Jokes? When was she joking? And what the hell was she talking about, he and that Tam-chick, being so uptight? What did she even do?

"Whoa, bitch much?" He commented as Salice continued ranting, growing more irksome as his reasons for being here we're pulled into the conversation. Her behavior was really starting to get under his skin. "Wow," he scoffed, anger now slowly becoming apparent in his words, "Okay, first, it's not anybody's damn business why I'm here. Second, maybe you had the luxury of being able to choose coming here, but some people might not have been so lucky. So, get your facts straight before you start flipping out." He watched her sign in and leave, thankful he didn't have to continue dealing with her retarded accusations and so called 'oddities'. "Fuck," he groaned, rubbing his hands down his face, "It is way to early for this shit.."

It was starting to look like a house full of women was going to be a bad thing. If this was how chicks were going to act..things were going to get ugly quick. He wasn't good at dealing with stupid. People who boast or demand things or become overly-emotional, yet pretend they don't like the attention that obviously comes with it, were going to be in for a rude awakening. He wasn't one to sit idly by, especially if he was the topic of discussion.

"Oh, I have another question. What happens if we get sick or break a bone or something? Are there supplies here for that, or will we just be rushed to the hospital?" He chuckled upon hearing this question. The guy seemed to be clairvoyant. Seeing as he already arguing, who knew when things were going to get really ugly. If someone came swinging at him, he was going to make sure they would never think to again. That's just how he was. You let people slip by with minor scoldings, they think they can do anything. You give a person a reason to be afraid, now that would lessen the chances of them making the same mistake. He hoped so anyway, in the outside world, logic at least had some influence. Here it seemed to be lacking..

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Tam watched as the girl named Salice just walked away from the group, Tam shrugged her shoulders and her attention went back to the guy going through withdrawals. She had seen the symptoms enough in her life that she could pick it out a mile away, her mother had tried to quit and failed miserably every single time. She didn't know why she felt sorry for him but she did, maybe it was all those years of sitting next to her mother's bed putting a cool wet cloth on her forehead trying to give her some relief as she shook and shivered in bed. Many time Tam would have to make sure her mother was safe especially if she went into convulsions. All of those things and more had taken a toll on Tam her entire life. Even though she tried to act tough at times certain things really tugged at her heart.

She stood up from the chair, "Well I don't know about you guys but I'd like to check out the bedrooms" she walked up behind the guy with the lite brown hair. He looked worse now than he did when he came in, she knew he probably felt like he was either gonna puke or pass out or maybe both.

She stepped up to him and placed her hand on his his shoulder. "Hey man you don't look like you feel to hot, I'll carry your bag. You just tell me what room you want it in once we get up there" she said quietly not wanting to speak to loudly knowing, more than likely his head was probably pounding along with many other unpleasant feelings at the moment.

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Kieran watched Seth and Salice's exchange, not really wanting to butt in as he had no interest in getting involved in any drama that may occur...though he knew it was likely there would be some. He wanted no part in it, especially when he knew everyone in the house wasn't exactly stable and could snap at any moment: himself included. Not to mention the loud voices weren't doing anything positive for his aching head.

He was just about to pick out his bags when a girl who looked like she was in her late teens approach him. She was pretty with her short dark hair and vibrant blue eyes, but he couldn't help but notice how thin she was. He suspected she was here for some form of eating disorder, and probably several other things - something about her didn't exactly scream 'I'm so happy with my life.' And it saddened him that someone as young as she obviously was, though he wasn't much older at 23, that she had to join this restrictive program.

"I think I'll be okay. In fact, I should probably be helping you with your bags," He told her quietly, giving her a smile that was just large enough to show the dimple on his left cheek. He must have looked as awful as he felt. It wasn't often people offered a hand to an obvious drug user in withdrawal, and though he was grateful to her for asking his pride wasn't going to allow him to accept.

"Thank you though, for wanting to help. I'm Kieran." He added, introducing himself as he picked up his bag with shaky hands. In the back of his mind he wanted to run out of the building and find the nearest person willing to sell him heroin, or anything. The thoughts simply wouldn't subside. "I wouldn't mind if you came with me though, just to make sure I don't fall down the stairs or something horrible." He smiled again, but knew he was serious despite the fact he wished it wasn't. He could collapse at any moment and hurt himself, and that was something he definitely didn't want to happen.

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"Okay sure, my names Tam" she said with a nod and a half smile.

She understood that he had enough pride not to accept her help with his bags, but she knew he wasn't in the best shape right now. She was glad to walk next to him though, sometimes when a person was in the situation that he was it was nice to just have someone there with you. She was curious what he was coming down from but chose not to question him about it, not wanting to be rude. She had seen her mother come down from so many different types of drugs, and alcohol either way he was going to have a hard row to hoe if he didn't have any drugs on him. She understood his question before about the closest hospital because sometimes it was needed when you come down. Her mother almost died one time because her step father refused to take her to the emergency room when she was coming down from meth. Tam had to get a hold of her father Kent to come and help while David was down the road drunk of his ass at the local bar.

She had to hand it to Kent, her birth father had sobered up something her mother had proved she was incapable of doing. But he just didn't know how to understand what his children had gone through. Hunter was a pretty good kid and had warmed up well to the father he had never really known. Tam attributed this to the fact that he was the least exposed to everything that had transpired between their parents before his birth. Tam and her older brother Forrest on the other hand had a harder time trusting the man they used to watch beat their mother into submission after a binge on drugs or alcohol. Forrest had stayed with their father after their mother had left him for her drug dealing boyfriend. But had proved that all the trauma they had experienced over the years had affected him so much that he had resorted to a life of crime. He now sat rotting in the closest penitentiary, he had got caught up in a bank robbery gone bad and landed himself with a life sentence.

Tam tried to forget it all and turned her attention back to Kieran and walked along side him as the went upstairs to check out the sleeping arangements.

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Refusing to make eye contact, he stood fidgeting with the straps on his pack. His tick had unconsciously returned, his tongue clicking as the Dr. finished up with questions. Irritation was a hard thing for him to shake. Once something or someone got under his skin they usually remained an annoyance unless things were smoothed over and the opposing side had made some effort in fixing it. He knew it wasn't just Salice who 'flipped out'. His little display had gained him an unwanted audience, which soured his mood all the more. Being the center of attention was awesome when it was for something he wanted. However, having all eyes on him looking him over as if he was some poisonous pest wasn't what he had in mind. Though he usually judged immediately, he hated being scrutinized. She didn't know him, no one here knows him, thus he hated starting things off in such an awkward way. He mentally shrugged, trying to brush away his grimace and not snap at everyone who was still staring. At least they knew he wouldn't take anybody's shit. So, that was a plus he supposed.

Biting his tongue, he glared at the Dr. from the corners of his eyes. It wasn't anything personal, he knew the guy was only doing his job, but it felt like he was being poked fun at. Being made an example was never good, unless, of course, one actually did something good, which in Seth's case was usually a rarity. He hated the idea of group therapy. He wasn't here for other people, he was here for himself. It was no one's business to know what was wrong with him or to hear his life story. His frown deepened. He'd try not to think to hard about it for now. Everyone else seemed to be high-tailing it like this was some sort of war zone. Maybe he'd hang back a bit and give himself some space. He watched as Tam approached the sickly man with slight interest. They seemed to be warming up to each other rather quickly. He hoped it was for something other than a similar fixation on drug abuse, but one couldn't tell. She was an abnormally tiny thing afterall and drugs did seem to help in that area. Scanning over the group, he wondered just how many of them were users. Not even in the sense of just abuse, but in what kind of diagnosis' these people had. Maybe group wouldn't be so bad in the fact that knowing at least the diagnosis would help his living situation.

He approached the Dr. as everyone started to trickle out. There were more things he wanted to know about his personal 'visit' and he didn't want the others to over hear anything. "I have some more questions, but I'd rather not voice them here.." He spoke evenly, nodding his head back towards the group, "Is that alright?" He supposed he'd find his room later. The place was huge so he doubted he'd have that hard of a time making a claim. Not like he was ready to turn in anyway, the nap on the ride here left him refreshed, if not kind of knotted up, so he was willing to work out his kinks for a bit.

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Going up the stairs proved to be a challenge, and he felt himself nearly slip a few times – sometimes catching himself, sometimes grabbing onto Tam’s shoulder for support. Part of him was embarrassed by his weakness, the other part was simply thankful he had her there to help. When he finally made it up the stairs, after what seemed like forever, he looked at Tam, unsure how he felt about the situation. He gave her a nod of thanks and a sheepish smile.

Kieran didn't like feeling weak or helpless. He had always been the strong one, the survivor, the fighter. While he seemed nice and understanding now, there was a side of him that had landed him in several jail cells over his life. He wasn't a bad person, just one that constantly felt the need to prove himself: to prove that he was strong enough for the world. As pathetic as it was, he didn't feel like he deserved to be alive and that he had to earn his place in the world. His drug addiction and now his withdrawal just made him feel like he would never deserve it. Funny how one girl in your past could define and change how you view yourself, and your entire existence.

He stood at the door of the first available room he noticed and looked back at Tam. "Would you like this room?" There wasn't anything special about it, but he would let her have it if she wanted it. There were plenty to choose from, this was just the one nearest to the stairs and he was feeling tired. His arms were weak and he felt the urge to drop the bag on the floor and leave it there.

"And Tam? Thanks for helping me out." He said with a smile. "You must think I'm pretty pathetic, huh?"

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Tam smiled at him when he had to lean her shoulder a bit. She knew when she saw him that going up the stairs would be slightly difficult for him. She understood his pride, so she didn't say anything as they walked up.

"Would you like this room?", he asked. It was the first room that they came to at the top of the stairs.

Tam knew he was getting weaker and would probably feel best laying down as soon as he possibly could. It would be best for him to be in that room less of a walk.

"No, that's okay" she looked at the room across the hallway from the one he pointed out. "I think I'll take the one across the hall, I don't want to be this close to the stairs", she said with a smile.

She held the door open so he could get into the room easily, "Here you go ahead and take this room, I think that bed has your name on it" she said with a smile.

"And Tam? Thanks for helping me out."

"Eh its no problem, you looked like you could use it. Besides I know from experience that what your going through is only gonna suck even more as the day goes along" she adjusted her bag on her shoulder.

"You must think I'm pretty pathetic, huh?"

She looked up at him with a sincere look on her face "No, I don't think you're pathetic at all, it takes courage to try to quit. Whats pathetic is thinking you don't have a problem, and that whatever it is you're hooked on is more important than your family. Eh well that's a load of shit called my childhood I'm not gonna bore you with. Besides it seems like we'll be hearing quite a bit from people in group anyway... or not. Any way, no I don't think you're pathetic, just lay down you could use the rest. I'll be just across the hall if you think you might need anything".

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While the description of her childhood was fairly vague, Kieran had pieced together enough for a small frown to cross his face. "I'm sorry, Tam. Nobody should choose drugs over their family." But hadn't he done the same thing? He could have quit the drugs and got his life together before his mom got terribly overwhelmed and kicked him out. Then again, she had never done anything to help him either. She just told him to grow up and screamed. They had screamed so much at each other, most of which he probably couldn't even remember because he had been so high. "That's why I want to change. I want a family one day and all that happy shit. I can't very well do that while I'm....like this."

He leaned against one of the pillows already laid out on the bed. He was a little disappointed when she brought up leaving so quickly. He couldn't remember the last time he had a real conversation and it was nice. Especially when it was someone who could seemingly understand his terribly, yet self inflicted, decision. Kieran gave her a smile though, trying not to express his desire for her to stay and chat a little longer. It was probably for the best anyway, as he wasn't the best of guys to be hanging around. He was that guy your mother told you to stay away from and your daddy wouldn't have a problem shooting down. "I'll probably be in here for a couple days, or at least till I don't feel like I'm dying." He really wasn't confident in his abilities to get down the stairs, and he was a little concerned with how he was supposed to make it to all these therapy...things.

The feelings of withdrawal were already terrifying him. He felt so weak and sick, everything hurt. Apparently, it was only going to get worse before it even got a little better. He could only hope that wasn't true.

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Tam could see the pale look on Kieran's face and the forming of sweat on his brow. She didn't want to seem like a pest but he looked like he didn't really want her to leave.

"I tell you what let me go unpack and I'll come back and check on you" Tam turned to go out the door when she heard someone yelling.

"What the hell?" she stuck her head out the door looking both ways down the hallway. She didn't see who it was but the last thing she wanted was to find out who it was. Someone screaming at the top of their lungs about their mom was never a good thing.

She turned back to Kieran "Umm... maybe I'll stay with you a little while, I really don't want to run into whomever is having severe mommy issues right now" Tam sat on the edge of the bed next to Kieran and brushed some hair that was sticking to his forehead to the side and out of his face.

Tam didn't want to admit it but yelling was one thing that got to her, especially some crazed scream that sounded like someone had just committed a murder. She felt safer with a man she barely knew as opposed to whomever was screaming, she supposed that was something that still affected her from her own childhood.

"Why don't you tell me about your art... try to keep your mind off of feeling like shit for a bit" she said with a gentle smile.

She didn't know why she was being so nice to him, usually it didn't matter to her what was wrong with someone else. But then she mentally kicked herself for thinking that, she did care she just wanted everyone to think she didn't. But there was something about Kieran that made her want to help him even if she couldn't help that much with the withdrawal.

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