I wake up and ask where my mom is and what ever happened to her. I only remember being abducted and put into this creepy old house that creeks every time someone walks. My mom left me long ago with a melting ice cream in my hand when she said that she needed to pay respect to some important dude. Stalin I believe was his name he was the Dictator of the Soviet Union. Then I met my best friend and we started hanging out. He gave me this special thing, he put it in a syringe. The needle pierced into my skin and I got a rush of adrenaline and it lasted for hours. Then I got sent to a different home, I lost my best friend, I got depressed. I was in the new house for 3 weeks and then I remembered about the spot where we first did drugs. I ran and ran till I got to the place, and there he was standing right in front of me.