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Fallon POV I hate this place, I can’t believe they did this to me. I thought they loved me, I thought they cared. But this is no better than what Kyle did, he also locked me up, betrayed me. Screw them, I’ll get out of here, somehow. I think as I walk toward the dining hall. No one speaks to me here, I made sure they know I’m not the chatty type. Only the counselors talk to me, but I keep quiet. At night the worst part starts, the withdrawals are terrible, I haven’t slept well in days, I can’t hold down any food and the night sweats irritate me. It was okay for the first week or so then it started, three weeks and I am still living with it. Group session, physical activities and a sauna, yes we have sauna treatment here. We have some free time, like for two hours a day, and today I found