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Chapt. VII: Dragons & Butterflies

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I clapped, sniffing in the tears.

When I said Alice could sing, I meant it literally. They did perfectly putting her in Specialty IV because she has art all over her. She's a fun girl who can fake tears like a pro, can sing until she makes people cry, and certainly draw better than Picasso and all his weird shapes. I couldn't draw to save my life, much less sing, the only acting I can do is lie, besides that I can't shed a dramatic tear. Which set me off a bit, what if she was acting with me the whole time? But then who here isn't hiding something or holding secrecy? I know I am.

Suddenly I see the gates open to the lunch backyard, where we're currently at, and Dr. Green walks out first. Kane is instantly to my side and Alice too, along with Damien, Andre and Aaliyah. Aaliyah sniffs and Andre wraps his arms around her, but I don't understand what can make her cry. Men in White follow Dr. Green out carrying a long black bag. I've seen bags like that before, in one of those morgue shows and also in some action movies. Then I realize, there's a body inside that bag.

I lean back so hard I hit my back with the edge of the table. I cover my mouth and my nose from the rotten, decaying smell coming from the bag, and they walk right in front of us, the bag semi-open. Shrieking I wrap my arms around Kane's waist and he puts his arms around me. In the far horizon I see their silhouette, throwing the body in a pit hole, and then, just like that, they set the body on fire.

"Welp, there goes another," Alice says popping her gum. "Number one hundred fifty two."

"Fifty three," Aaliyah corrects.

"What is that?" I whisper asking Kane.

"The ones that don't survive detox," he answers cooly. "They throw them in a pit hole and set them on fire." Whilst I am freaking out on the inside, his calmness and coolness towards the situation makes me feel less freaked out. I guess he knew what I was thinking later on because he says, "they don't have a funeral or anything, their families don't want them, or they don't have families to go to, or they're runaways- our little moment of sadness is the only caring in the world for them."

And just to think I could've been them. Any of us. Actually I was them once, the... Demonic pain in detox is something indescribable, something I don't wish to my worst enemy. Drugs are fun for a few minutes, but that minute is a bomb that could blow you up in a second. Drugs are a slow, lonely, evil death.

As Dr. Green walks back she turns her head to discreetly look at us. Her brown eyes become less... Dull. I can see her unhappiness and business-like façade as she goes.

"Get used to it Irina," Alice says. "You too Aaliyah, you're too old for this."

"Someone died, Alice," Aaliyah says in return.

"Yeah, so did one hundred fifty two others."

"So? It's still a person!"

Alice turns around to face her. "Was, a person. If they were pussy enough to take the drug, they're tough enough to face the consequences. They deserve it." I didn't know who was talking anymore. It's not the cheerful Alice I've met, it's the Alice that's been consumed to the core by this place.

I knew Aaliyah was angered by her correct words. She had a comeback, but it was too emotionally-based on good optimism, not facts, or truths. Alice, as sad and horrible and gruesome, was right. We all knew this, and we wanted to argue that, but there was no arguing. Alice could be fun most of the time, but she was serious and very crude when she felt strong about something.