"Excuse me, sir? Can you help me?"
I'm lost in this wasteland and I need to find my way back home. My triplets are waiting for me there, and I don't want anything to happen to them. I know it sounds crazy, but I swear they're the only thing keeping me alive out here.
"What happened to your family?"
My parents were killed in a fire. It started when someone was cooking crack on our stove. The whole house went up in flames before anyone could do anything about it. My sister and I barely made it out alive, but we didn't have anywhere else to go so we kept living there. That's when my addiction started.
"How long have you been a crack head?"
I don't know exactly, but it's been a while. It helps me forget about everything that's happened, and the pain is just too much sometimes. I never meant for this to happen to me, but here I am.
"Have you tried getting help before?"
Yeah, I went to rehab once. But as soon as I got out, my sister was killed in a drive-by shooting. It wasn't even her fault - she just happened to be standing too close to the wrong person at the wrong time. That's when everything fell apart. After that, I couldn't even look at myself in the mirror anymore.
"I'm so sorry for your loss."
Thank you. But it's okay. My sister would want me to keep going, even if she knows how hard it is for me right now. That's why I need to find my way back home and be there for my triplets. They're all I have left in this world, and they deserve better than what I've given them so far.
"Well, maybe we can help each other out."
What do you mean?
"I might know a way to get you back home safely, and in exchange, you could help me with something too."
I'm all ears. Whatever it is, I'll do my best to help you out.