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The color of the ceiling is stained with whites and yellows do to heavy cigarette smoking from the past two years. I can't stop looking up while I'm anchored down in my thrifty looking lazyboy, the chair is white and torn up while dry and wet blood blotches of stains cover its once bright color. My eyes gaze down to my arm, you can't see the track marks but they're there. The only sign you can see that I was using is the blood that blends with my arm fur. I look left of my bleeding arm and at the end table is used needles and black tar within zip lock bags that sit atop of it. The little table is covered with blood as well, thinking I might of over done it again I look back up to the ceiling and begin to slip into a dream like state.

I begin to think about the time before I came to grannies house. My mom would be pacing back and forth tweaking on meth and my father would be cooking it. I would always try to play hide and seek with my favorite blanket that mom got me but not really play it. I usually did it to get out of my father's way so I wouldn't get hit but sometimes he would purposely look for me around the house to find and hit me. I was two and half years old when I was taken away from my parents, my mother went on a binge that night she was tweaking hard. She kept asking my father for some more meth when he just snapped and started beating her, I tried to do something but also was going to get hit if I intervened...so I ran to the next door neighbor's and knocked on the door. A older looking lady answered it and I just said quietly... " Mommies getting hit..." The nice old lady simply said " Oh dear little one, come in, come in! " she called the cops and my mother and father where arrested. That nice old lady who called the cops would go on to adopt me within the months that followed.

I snap back out of my dream like state and groan, whenever I nodded out I would rethink bits and pieces of my past. I would usually think about the memories I rather not remember. The alarm rings on the end table that I set just in case I nodded out. The alarm is for my appointment. I get up off the chair slowly and wrap a black and white scarf around my neck and leave the small apartment in witch I live in.

I arrive at my doctors office to get a physical exam done. I am called back by female rat nurse and I am told to sit in the small room and wait for the doctor. I sit and twiddle my thumbs still feeling pretty high. The doctor walks in and I look up at him he was a rabbit and ask me to stand.

" What's up doc? "

" Hello Sylvester my name is Henry and I will be performing your physical exam. "

I nod and the doctor begins the exam. The usually mouth , ear , heart examination till the...

" Okay Sylvester turn around and paws on then wall, I need to check your prostate. "

I playfully smile and slowly turn around and place my paws on the wall and look back at the doctor with the intent of staring back at him the whole time he checks my prostate.

" Oh my usually men buy me dinner first doc. "

The doctor blushes and just avoids my constant eye contact and finishes.

" Alright Sylvester now all we need is a blood sample. "

I gulp as the rabbit gathers the needles and supplies and begins to search for a vein to draw blood.

" Wow Sylvester there is so much dry blood on your fur, what happened? "

I gulp again and just remain silent. After the 10th attempt he finally found a vein and withdrew the amount of blood he needed.

" Alright that should be it for now you'll get your blood test back within a day or two. "

" Thanks Henry it was a real pleasure..."

I mumble sarcastically.

" Oh and Sylvester. "

" Yes? "

" I was looking back at your medical records from your old doctor and was wondering if you wanted to go through pain management with the help of opiate medication. I know the reconstruction is still causing you pain...plus it will be more safer and maintained then you shooting up dope. "

My mouth opened wide and I became speechless. The doctor read the medical report of my risky reconstruction surgery to make me look more like a cat.
He knows my mother was a dog and my father was a cat. My father bribed a corrupted doctor with a pound of meth to do a slap job operation that left me with some painful scares underneath my fur. I was mostly cat to begin with but my paws, feet, tail, back, where altered the most. The surgery was for young adults who wanted a appearance change, but I was only one so I didn't get a say in it. I had to have a few surgery's since not to correct it but to maintain it as my body grew. I turned around slowly and stared back at Henry.

" I..I would like that...but my old doctor rejected that option...that's why I turned to heroin for relief...that and it makes me feel fantastic. "

" Well I'm your new one and I believe you should. "

" Henry...your not so bad after all. "

I left the doctors office with a prescription for 180 oxycodone 30 mg and a script for 45 diludid 4mg. The medication was for my paws and my back from begin lengthened during my childhood surgery's. Henry said as long I quit the dope he would prescribe me legal opiate medication to help me maintain my pain, but I also think it was because he felt sorry for me.

I immediately filled the prescription and arrived home, I popped two oxys and a diludid and lay down on my bed after flushing my heroin and throwing away my needles. I slowly drifted off to sleep.