It was around midnight, my friend Azria and I were high as hell off of meth getting on my dad's nerves. He had just gotten off of work. Azria and I were talking about going to rehab. She had her bag packed as did I. I went into the fridge to grab a couple beers.
I was completely avoiding my father. He was sitting on his couch, his face painted with disappointment. Azria had fallen asleep so I decided to go grab one last bag. "I am going dad, please don't say anything right now. We got to be there by eight in the morning. I'll be right back." Before he could respond I stepped out the door.
The moment I shut my father's green apartment door everything started spinning. It was dark out. I blacked out. When I woke up it was extremely bright. I looked above me and I was inside of a bird cage laying on my back, a black back pack as my pillow, which was not mine. I slowly got up.
