Out of place; inspired by the colab ponyfall

She only looked at me, an eyebrow raised. I grabbed the package and put it back in the glove compartment, slamming it shut.

"We never speak of this again."

"Okay." Was the only reply I received.

After twenty minutes of driving in silence, we arrived in front of a large building that seemed almost like a boarding school. I parked and pulled myself out of the car. 'Twilight' having trouble with the handle, I stepped around the car to open her door for her. I grabbed her by the forearm and led her into the building.

Looking around she began asking question again. "What is this place?"

Stopping at the front desk, I turned to her. "This is a rehabilitation center, I'm getting you help."

The old woman at the desk turned to us with a heart warming smile. "Oh, why hello there Mr. Mink, here to volunteer some more time?"

"No Ruth, I'm here to drop someone off." I said motioning toward 'Twilight'

"Okay deary, here." She said handing me a clipboard and a pen. "You'll have to sign her in."

"Alright," I said walking over to the bench in the lobby, taking a seat.

'Twilight' was led away by a nurse, as she was dragged along she turned to me, eyes heavy with a facial expression begging me to help her. I swallowed the pang of guilt and began writing.

Name: Jane Doe , responds to Twilight

Age: Unknown

Relatives: Unknown

If she wants to talk to me allow her to call-

I wrote down my cellphone number under the question in the free space.

I stood up and walked back to the front desk, handing the board back. Ruth took the sheet and pen and Looked toward me."Don't worry James, she'll be getting the help she needs."

My thoughts screamed otherwise as I left the building. "I hope so."

I walked over to the car an opened the door, sitting sideways in the seat with the door still open. I began to contemplate my actions. "Should I have just handed her off without so much as a goodbye, should I have even helped her?"

Noticing something small sticking out from under the seat I grabbed the box and looked at it. "Smokes?"

Feeling the need to relax, I opened the box and pulled out one while digging through my pocket for the lucky lighter my grandfather had given me. Something strange stood out though, the cigarette was wrinkled and seemed wilted.

It hit me. "Justin, you crazy prick, thank you!" I said acting on impulse. I turned on the radio and lit it. Taking a deep puff of it I listened to the music.

...

I began to feel the effect of the sherm at the peak of the song, the part that always seemed to hit me hard. I began singing with it.

"father, father, father, father,

father into your hands, I commend my spirit,

father into you hands, why have you forsaken me,

in your eyes, forsaken me,

in your thoughts, forsaken me,

in your heart, forsaken me."

I slammed my fist in anger on the console, turning off the radio.

"NO, I'm not some whiny bitch! I'm going to grow a pair and do something." I said slamming the car door. I held the stump of a cigarette up. I held my arm out and tapped on the cigarette, knocking hot ash off it and letting drop onto my forearm.
I closed my eyes and grimaced at the pain. "Don't be such a pussy." I scolded myself through gritted teeth. I threw it away.

I walked back into the building and stepped up to the front desk. "Oh, back so soon Mr. Mink?" Ruth said kindly.

"Listen, Ruth, I'm the one that's been having problems. You see," I strained. "I'm a user, and I feel so guilty about it that I feel I need to help people to relieve guilt."

"Oh, come here," She said, taking me by the arm. "I'll sign you in myself.

"Ruth, can you take me to see Twilight?" I asked, beginning to scratch at my arms.

"Why of course and don't take this so hard, your a good person you just need guidance."

"Thanks."

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