The Gunmans Job

The Addiction

After the recent incidents involving his wife, Mark was refferred to a therapist to focus his mind on the more...alive things. Mark knew that therapy was going to take some time as he had a little secret that only he knew. He was an alcohol addict. He also smoked half a dozen cigarretes a day. He knew that it was never going to be okay for him so he started to poison himself slowly. Two years after he found the body, a year after alcohol, smoking and therapy, Mark was admitted to a rehabilitation centre to clear his deadly thoughts. His first session was today, as scared as he was, he still opened the heavy wooden doors and stumbled inside. In front of him were 3 other people sat on chairs in a circle, an empty chair stood next to a girl in the group. He walked over in silence, only his footsteps making a noise. His chair scraped on the stone floor as he sat down. The leader clapped his hands and spoke, 'right then! I expect that most of you here know where you are and why so we are going to talk a little bit about everyone'. The girl Mark sat next to stood up and looked everyone in the eye, one by one, 'i am Alyssa, i am 22 years old, and i have been an alcohol addict for 3 years and marijuana for 2'. She sat down, leaning forward slightly, 'i want to stop my addictions so i can lead a normal life and look people in the eye and tell them the truth every single time'. She looked over at Mark, signalling for him to speak. Mark stood up and cleared his throat, 'i...errr...am an alcohol addict and i started smoking a year ago'. He sat down hesitantly and then said quietly, 'i am Mark, 37, an alcohol addict and smoker, i waant to stop so i can... accept my wifes death'. He looked at the man opposite him. He was a younger boy, muscular build with green blue eyes. He looked in the mans eyes and saw that there was a red dot in his iris. Some sort of tattoo or peircing. He broke his thought when the man stood up and stated his name, 'i am John Jairo Kissinger, 27 years old, i have been addicted to alcohol since i got out of prison this year, i was addicted to drugs 8 years ago'. Mark looked again at John as he took his seat, he recognised him from somewhere, but where? Suddenly he had a flashback to the killing of his wife, he had been getting them for a year now. The therapy didnt help. He looked at Johns eye again, at the red mark, and compared to the killers eyes in 2000. They were the same, but they can't be! The killers were caught and jailed, but Mark had refused to have anything to do with him so he hadn't known how long he would be jailed for. Mark stood up in silence, ignoring the others as he walked out the doors onto the street. He didnt know what to do.