Violin Strings

Needles and drugs

The next day we went to visit my mom...in rehabilitation. When we walked into the facility the white walls blinded me while the cheap ceiling lights reflected off them. "Excuse me mam?" My dad said,his voice was still rasty from this morning."What" she answerd without taking her eyes off her conputer screen, " could you lead us to section 11 please" my dad said but thos time his voice more clear." Yea cant you wait?" She said in a snotty voice After the rude bitch got up we followed her to a sign that wrote "SECTION B NO.11 DRUG ABUSE VICTIM'S"
When we walked into the room the  walls weren't white, dirty finger prints and food stains covered the walls as they mocked me when I walked by. Everything was un clean, employees wrestled with patients to make them swallow pills. Every where I looked patients were moving from place to place like sheep and the employee was the shepard.
And then we saw her, huddled in a corner by herself with a paper cup fillied with blue and white pills. I was afraid to walk up to her, the back of her head was nappy and frizzy. When I, and I alone walked up to her the smell of body odor smacked me in the face as if it was a warning sign to stay away."Mom.." I said lightly , the words barely made it out my mouth. She quickly turned around and spilled the cup of pills "Who the hell do you think you are!" She then squinted harder at me but this time a look of shame came upon her face.
She started yelling "LEAVE LEAVE DONT LOOK AT ME,I'LL CHANGE THINGS AROUND I PROMISE". She started crying and I started backing up while my face flushed red. Tears started to drown my eyes as I ran out the room, [shes high, she would never say that to me] I said to myself. I waited for my dad by the steps while I chipped off the paint on the wall.
"Everything is going to be ok, I promise." He said but I wish I could believe him to. I nodded in agreement and we walked out the facility together.