The ride was filled with silence as the smooth-sounded engine was the only noise could be heard inside the car. No one bothered to talk along the over half an hour of drive. The middle-aged man behind the steer wheel was paying his full attention on the busy road, whilst the girl sat beside him was staring blankly outside the window. The sight of the high rise buildings lining along the street was impressing, but it's a common sight, and she's not in a state to be impressed by anything. A faint sigh escaping her lips. The knot in her stomach tightened as the minutes passes, knowing that she will soon be at a place she doesn't want to be. But it's not like she had a place she belonged to after all. Nothing so called home for her anymore. 

The car finally reached a building after taking about ten minutes turning and drove on a local road that was less busy than the arterial road they took earlier. The building looked not that big from the outside, but to her surprise, the inner part that was hidden behind the high and solid gate was quite extensive. The high fences surrounding the building, as if it was trying to speak that the probability of escaping this place was almost zero.

"We're here." The middle-aged man finally spoke his first sentence since the ride started. 

That was when the knot inside her stomach become intensified, making her breath more struggled then it was. How she hoped that she could catch the tenderness in his voice even if she knew she won't find any. The ice in his tone was common for these past few years, she wondered why was it felt more pain and torturing this time. 

"Behave there. I hope that you will be healed on the few months ahead." The man continued.

"Yeah..." She finally managed to utter a single word, if that even counted as a word.

Healed? Yeah, I am a sick person, right?

She stepped out the car, observing the building that was soon to be her prison. The middle-aged man following suit, opening the trunk and pulled out a huge suitcase from inside. 

A lady welcoming the two of them in front of the door with a wise smile adorned her face. A trace of beauty still clearly visible on  her now fairly wrinkled skin. 

"Welcome to our place Mr. And Ms. Moon." 

That was a warm greeting by the lady, but it felt like a pierce to her soul as she read the fonts that was written above the door. She knew what kind of place it was, but still, the bitterness was unavoidable for the fact that she was now soon to be the resident there. She read again the fonts as if she was trying to murder her own soul. 

"Drug Rehabilitation Center"