Dancing with the Devils

Memoirs of an Alcoholic, Drug Addicted Family

Here I am. I never thought Id see myself in one of these rooms. The room is quiet; you could hear a pin drop. Its small, and chairs are arranged in one complete circle. I see unfamiliar facessome sullen, some hiding their face from shame, and others sitting with newly found friends and support system. The brown paneled walls arent too inviting. In all actuality, it gives the room a somber, dreary feeling. Panic sets in as I take in all the emotions I feel from everyone and the room. I am shaking. I am nervous. I am scared.