A scruffy young man is sat before me. His hair is bleached, his body thin and a little malnourished. He’s been through a lot it seems but brought to Harbour House to combat a drug addiction he’s on the list of those we aim to make better.
Interviewer: You were once described at Coldford City’s most promising young talent. You were a truly terrific artist. But you threw it all away on drugs, didn’t you, you rogue.
David shuffles a little. It seems the close scrutiny is making him nervous or perhaps withdrawal from needles is already getting to him. Still, no fix until he begins to cooperate.
David: You know what happened. You’re the reason I’m here, man.
Interviewer: How do you feel?
David: Like I got a life that ain’t worth saving.
Interviewer: A little bleak but I can see why it seems hopeless for you right now.
David: It’s the baby that got me the most. Elliot? What’d he do? What did his mums do?
Interviewer: You feel responsible for what happened?
David: Of course I do! He’s not the first kid I’ve said goodbye to either.
Interview terminated. Resident 1310 became too distraught to continue. Awaiting notice from Dr Winslow.
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“No Davey, No!” where the last words he heard him cry. It took some time for him to remember his childhood but now the artist’s ‘tortured boy’ piece is ready, thanks to his latest muse.
Bring me your sick. Bring me your troubled. Bring me those society can no longer cope with for they will always have a home here at Harbour House.
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