I don’t remember every last detail. My relationship with my parents was a strained one, that much I can say. They looked for any excuse to shove me through the door of that Hellish facility. Sometimes I think I was the only sane one there, but given my own actions, I have to question that as well.
I tried my best to get through each day. In a school like that, though, it wasn’t easy. Teachers were supplying students with drugs, which came from an outside source. I was the only one who refused to be part of this trade.