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[frakkup]

The day that Kara had been both dreading and yearning for with a morbid kind of anticipation was here. Not only would members of the support group be invited to open up to the others as a whole, but tonight they would meet their sponsors, too. Kara and Sweets had paired everyone as fairly as they could, addict to addict, support to support,

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Re: Testimonials

[faithanbegorrah]

It's damn weird doing this again here, but Terry's not stupid. She knows when she needs help, she knows exactly what the theme of the day means and she knows her pride is nothing in the face of her addiction. It figures her first meeting is the one where she picks up a sponsor, but she doesn't see how that's too bad. The woman in charge looks a bit like she's playing this by ear, and it makes Terry feel okay about it.

The last time she did this, she literally couldn't talk. Now it's a little harder, but she's going to.

"Uh, hullo. My name's Theresa Cassidy," she starts, "and I'm an alcoholic. I had me first drink when I was thirteen-- ye do stupid things when you're bored in boarding school. But that's just where it started." For some reason, she doesn't want to bring up Tom. It feels a bit like a betrayal, even though she knows a lot of her problems stem from him. "I was being raised by me uncle, and when I hit puberty, I...we have mutants, in our world. I'm a mutant, and when I got me power, I joined me uncle in his criminal activities."

She shrugs, watching the floor as she talks. "When I was seventeen, I was told me da wasn't really dead, and...I got to meet him. He took me in, when uncle Tom went to jail. Lot's o' stuff happened after that-- an' I'm not glossing over facts, it's just hard to explain, if you're not familiar with our world. It's hard to explain what it's like, living around people who have to save the world on a regular basis."

That sounds amazingly stupid, but it isn't as if Terry's here to look good. She's got problems, just like everyone else.

"Anyway," she continues, after clearing her throat, "when I was nineteen, I finally confronted me demons, as the saying goes, and I gave up the drink. It's still incredibly hard, and after showin' up here-- I don't have me power anymore, I found out me da's only a year younger than me and doesn't know I exist, and after this past...craziness, it's hard."

"So..." she looks up, shrugging, and gives the room a small, forced smile. "I know when I need help. That's why I'm here."